My own not-healthiness isn't sickness, it's just injury. Yesterday, I was moving the gravy boat on a high shelf, to make room for the new casserole dish, and I reached out a little too far and the stool tilted and fell out from under me and I fell down, and I actually landed balancing on one foot and didn't even drop the gravy boat, and I probably would have been fine except that I bashed my knee on my other leg hard against the counter on the way down, cutting a nice big gash open, which hurt more than anything I can remember hurting in a long time. But after a few minutes the waves of pain receded and I stuck a bandaid on the open cut and I tried to read but ended up falling asleep on the futon for a few hours, which was probably just what my body wanted, because I felt reasonably better when I got up. If a little groggy. Today, my knee is still sore, but functional; I'll probably go to the gym and work out at some point.
No real point to this entry -- just a catalogue of injuries and illnesses. Now my breakfast (curry!) should be ready, so off I go to eat some.