My body is not happy.

I’m so giddy; my eyes can't keep up with my head. The doctor thought i had a virus or that my brain might be bleeding. The hospital says I’m concussed and exhausted. My vision is fragmented and it makes me nauseous. I’m tired. My vital organs have organised a protest. It’s rejecting my demands to keep up. My body says, for fuck’s sake, no! I won’t work and no, I don’t want food today. It’s giving up on me. We need a reconciliation