My stomach feels all upside down. My air feels somehow both thin and clouded. There's this tiny voice shouting from the depths to just ignore the mental junk and let my body heal, don't worry, lie down, don't think, let your body function itself in peace. But the ME part shouts FIX FIX FIX! Make air breathe right! Reach down throat and turn your stomach the right way!
I think the tiny voice has a point.
I can't help but feel I'd spend a lot less time online if I stopped promising myself to stay away from the computer for a while.