Bah.

I hate lingering diseases. Check that. I despise them. I abhorr them. I want them gone. They knock you low for a week, and then you think you're all better, so you go out and do something, and by the time it's half done you've suffered a relapse and are all shaky and sweating and out of breath and very very ill. Or so it feels. So you stay in bed for the next three days, and wind up being driven out of the house by boredom, only to suffer yet another relapse. And repeat.

I also strongly dislike bruised palms, jarred tailbone and ribs, bruised eyes, and strained tendons.