I couldn't let myself be licked - who would lick me anyway? I'm a grown man of 34 years old with a reasonably unpleasant and rather unpalatable physique. Who would tongue this? Noone. However, I couldn't let myself be metaphorically licked in a boxing sense, either.
So I took a shower. I sat in my towel, thinking about the clothes I would wear to go out in. I really tried.
Then I was licked.
I had to get back into bed and sleep more.
I slept all day.
I couldn't eat.
I was tired and ill and my stomach wasn't happy. The start of the illness.
I thought I could sleep it off.
All day in bed - used to be an ideal of mine. In truth, it just kind of aches and you get bored.