I illness

When illness rears its ugly head it doesn't discriminate or care who it affects it just wants to cause you as much damage and inconvenience as possible. 

The job interview has arrived and so has a bout of flu or the first date with the hottest girl on the planet accompanied with a splattering of uncontrollable diarrhea.

Most things that we take pleasure in will in the end make us ill. A bad ticker, probably too much fatty food, liver problems lay off the booze. So basically anything that is worth enjoying is in the end going to make us sick and yet we continue to do it to ourselves.

One last roll call for the world’s most useless organ, the appendix. Sitting there in wait doing nothing productive whatsoever this slippery little sucker also wants to get itself infected so it can kill you.