sick , ugly looking , bored , stuffy nose , contaminated , flu , cold , gross , no school , pain. vomiting , stomach pains , fly , back aches , body hurts , not good , death
I don’t fall ill too quickly, but when I do get sick, it’s the worst feeling of all. It’s true, the body is the greatest instrument we will ever own, and the best time to realize this is when something is wrong with this magnificent collection of specialized cells that we call the human body. Out of sickness, appreciation is born.
My face is flush with Fever. The sickness has attacked our village for weeks now, and it seems everyone around me is dropping like flies. I have no idea whether or not I will make it. The wooden palisade around our village keeps out the barbaric hordes of the immovable force that is are the tribes of bandits, but disease makes itself at home in our small tight village.
Jack layed on the sofa clutching his stomach.
Alex had to go into work because he’d already taken off three days because of jacks food poisoning and Jack felt lonely with only the dogs to keep him company for the days.
He sat in the dust, legs crossed, wide hazel eyes taking in the form of the child on the other side of the fence. “I swear, Keedan, you gotta believe me.” He spoke in a wavering tone. “I ain’t never wanted them to find you! I woulda tried to protect you no matter what. But Mum and Dad don’t like you. None of us do. I don’t know why.” The other boy just nodded, rocking back and forth on his side of the barrier, eyes dull and hopeless.
Belinda. She was ill. We thought she would get better. And she was. then the treatment killed her. There one moment, gone the next. Death is foreign. I don’t understand.
ill- requiring a direction, a w, a breath, an intention, a way of thinking that makes good. Will.
Six weeks ago I had a life threatening occurrence, a brush with mortality. By those who live by such things it was spun into an experience of fear. ‘She is so young, she is so healthy, how could this happen? what about her child? what if, what if…’
But it was a good thing, it was a re-framing of reality, of my life. My life. It broke open a wellspring of joy and hope and connection to life. Life force.
Julian of Norwich said: ‘And all will be well, and all things shall be well and all manner of things shall be well’
my grandma was ill for quite some time. she died a couple months ago. i miss her. she was a great woman. i wish illness wasnt an issue. i feel bad for the terribly ill. no one diserves that. no one. hospitals are good i guess. so ya.
I dont like falling ill. Apart from not getting to eat good food, i feel lethargic also I dont like ill people either that’s why never visit hospitals. They are depressing and sad. Take care of yourself and dont fall ill.
i honestly have no idea what to write about the word ill. i have never done anything like this before so ugh idk what to do! one time i made my status “illin” and nicholas castelli liked it, lol. also at first i thought that this said I’ll. truly annoying what social networking/texting does to your brain. zzzzzzzaaaa bzt. k
Ill. This was what happened to her when she tried to deny him. He was her Master, and even when he did not punish her, her body punished itself. She did not know what to do without her Master. She was sent to her room, the door locked and closed behind her the day before, and she had not heard heads nor tails of him since then. How was he doing without her? Who was cooking for Master? Pet did not know, but she knew that all she wanted was for him to forgive her.
It surrounds you; taking over your body.
Your lungs burn, your eyes sting, and with every breath and blink it makes you feel worse.
You let out an ear-piercing cough and in one instance the world vanishes before your burning eyes.
give me a break. I don’t feel well. been down with a fever since the early hours and couldn’t sleep. a couple of pills that’ll solve it. medicalisation of our culture and all that, but a few pills really will take the pain away and get me through the day
I am feeling ill. Ill in the sense that reality has been changed forever now until the day I die. What will reality strike up in times of sadness? Times of simplicity? Times of fear? Is it not the keeper who decides the future, or is it the dead who decides the outlook?
“Dude, are you ill? You look like shit,” Alexander said as he tossed a sideways glance at Davy.
“No,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, “Just fucking exhausted. I spent all day in a mosh pit yesterday.”
Alexander snorted and shook his head, “Idiot.”
I was so ill one day. An old man came to my appartment and told me he had a reason for me to come to the bottom level lobby. Asking questions isn’t and never has been my thing so naturally I followed the limping creature to the common room. There, I was greeted by a stamped of aardvarks with a bouquet of flowers with a tag on them saying “Merry Christmas to my one and only! Forever yours, Alfred” . To this I not only vomitted in my mouth but completely forgotten the good 11 animals in front of me.
Sick, I’ve had this feeling for quite some time now… That rumbling in your stomach that let’s you know you have less than sixty seconds to get to the nearest toilet before you blow it all over the nearest priceless rug. I must say, this last one was a close call, I almost didn’t make it in time; luckily lady luck was on my side. I hope that I get well soon, I’ve been getting plenty of those cheesy get well cards that you can buy in drug stores and convenient shops, but I still smile when I read them.
Fredrick gazed across the bustling, smoke-filled barroom like a shell shocked gunner. As his eyes slowly began to focus they met a bewitching young woman. Thinking low of himself these days and lacking the courage, he muttered something that made him ill. “Ne’er the twain shall meet” he said softly.
She couldn’t hold it down any longer. The sway was sickening, the lipid swing of the clockwise spoon beneath her fingertips, the froth that threatened to foam back to her lips and out again, promising relief.
sickness. makes me feel like slapping children with dirty socks, because they were too lazy to clean them. also makes me think of iOS autocorrect automatically changing “ill” to “I’ll” sorry ill. i love you, but apple doesnt.
sick. not feeling well. your body is stressed and tired. physically not doing well. laying in bed. missing work or school due to not feeling well. faking it to get out of something. chicken noodle soup. fever. throwing up. medicine. washcloth. baths. temperature. vomit. not feeling up to par. not the best, down in the dumps. something your body doesnt agree with. a virus or bacteria growing inside of you. plague. a life threatening illness, or a common cold.
This is one thing that makes you know the limit of your body and Mind
U understand what you can stretch upto. Also teaches you that Prevention is better than cure.
An old and ill man lay on either side of Joseph, in the elderly ward. They had no visitors. He had one, who stayed by his bedside for the better part of two weeks since he arrived at the hospital.
He was green. A literal green hue of the cheeks. Maybe he shouldn’t of had eaten that sushi. Hopefully his date wouldn’t notice him sneaking into the bathroom.
She immidiatly fell ill to the violent virus spreading over the country. Every person she had grown up with had fallen ill to the horrible disease, mass genocide spreading over the country. Everybody were falling to their death, vomiting organs. father had always said “if you have your health you have everything” this was ringing truer in my ears than ever. Illness is hell.
ill be a very good person and very successful. ill be full of love and surrounded by it. ill be okay, everything will be okay. ill love every single aspect about me, ill sing, ill dance, ill be free. ill write a book which tells the story of how i met the love of my life.
Ill. what I felt last night, what I felt this morning. What I felt as I woke up at 12:30 pm, dressed quickly to hope in the car with friends. What I felt without food in my stomach and a headache. What I felt as I left the group for subway to get water and a sandwich to get rid of my hangover/cross
And these people around me. Myself included. All your words and all my thoughts, they make me ill. I can’t breathe in my mind. I need an out. I’m done. This place, this life; it was never for me. I can’t bend and conform to society. I’m sick. Sick of you, sick of me. And I will surely die from this.
My grandmother, who I never met, died of Chrome’s Disease when she was in her mid-fifties I believe. My mother took care of her for a majority of her childhood. Sad I never got to meet her. :(.
i hate being ill. Every time I am ill I don’t feel like doing anything. Being ill sucks. I also don’t get why people use ill as a positive word slang word.
I am so sick, it disgusts me.
Help! I call.. I need to go to the hospital.
My Dad finally takes me to the clinic to get me checked out.
The doctors finally come back with my blood test results.. I have Leukemia they say…
My life is ruined.. And I don’t know what to do.
I became violently ill after eating 9 pounds of mexican candy with my sister over the course of 2 days. This is how I remember our first trip to Mexico.
sick , ugly looking , bored , stuffy nose , contaminated , flu , cold , gross , no school , pain. vomiting , stomach pains , fly , back aches , body hurts , not good , death
I don’t fall ill too quickly, but when I do get sick, it’s the worst feeling of all. It’s true, the body is the greatest instrument we will ever own, and the best time to realize this is when something is wrong with this magnificent collection of specialized cells that we call the human body. Out of sickness, appreciation is born.
My face is flush with Fever. The sickness has attacked our village for weeks now, and it seems everyone around me is dropping like flies. I have no idea whether or not I will make it. The wooden palisade around our village keeps out the barbaric hordes of the immovable force that is are the tribes of bandits, but disease makes itself at home in our small tight village.
Jack layed on the sofa clutching his stomach.
Alex had to go into work because he’d already taken off three days because of jacks food poisoning and Jack felt lonely with only the dogs to keep him company for the days.
He sat in the dust, legs crossed, wide hazel eyes taking in the form of the child on the other side of the fence. “I swear, Keedan, you gotta believe me.” He spoke in a wavering tone. “I ain’t never wanted them to find you! I woulda tried to protect you no matter what. But Mum and Dad don’t like you. None of us do. I don’t know why.” The other boy just nodded, rocking back and forth on his side of the barrier, eyes dull and hopeless.
My grandmother is very ill. She used to sing me to sleep every night. I miss my grandma. She was very ILL.
Belinda. She was ill. We thought she would get better. And she was. then the treatment killed her. There one moment, gone the next. Death is foreign. I don’t understand.
ill- requiring a direction, a w, a breath, an intention, a way of thinking that makes good. Will.
Six weeks ago I had a life threatening occurrence, a brush with mortality. By those who live by such things it was spun into an experience of fear. ‘She is so young, she is so healthy, how could this happen? what about her child? what if, what if…’
But it was a good thing, it was a re-framing of reality, of my life. My life. It broke open a wellspring of joy and hope and connection to life. Life force.
Julian of Norwich said: ‘And all will be well, and all things shall be well and all manner of things shall be well’
You are an ill person, on the inside. And outside. Your personality is….terribly sick and deformed.
I feel so ill
makes me want to kill.
the sunshine ablaze
my thoughts become a maze.
I feel so ill,
I think i’ve lost my will.
a wasted opportunity
screaming to infinity.
I feel so ill,
but time won’t stand still.
my grandma was ill for quite some time. she died a couple months ago. i miss her. she was a great woman. i wish illness wasnt an issue. i feel bad for the terribly ill. no one diserves that. no one. hospitals are good i guess. so ya.
I dont like falling ill. Apart from not getting to eat good food, i feel lethargic also I dont like ill people either that’s why never visit hospitals. They are depressing and sad. Take care of yourself and dont fall ill.
i honestly have no idea what to write about the word ill. i have never done anything like this before so ugh idk what to do! one time i made my status “illin” and nicholas castelli liked it, lol. also at first i thought that this said I’ll. truly annoying what social networking/texting does to your brain. zzzzzzzaaaa bzt. k
Ill. This was what happened to her when she tried to deny him. He was her Master, and even when he did not punish her, her body punished itself. She did not know what to do without her Master. She was sent to her room, the door locked and closed behind her the day before, and she had not heard heads nor tails of him since then. How was he doing without her? Who was cooking for Master? Pet did not know, but she knew that all she wanted was for him to forgive her.
She hated being a bad Pet.
I was ill last week, not “ill” like in Beastie Boys song, but ill as in life or death.
It surrounds you; taking over your body.
Your lungs burn, your eyes sting, and with every breath and blink it makes you feel worse.
You let out an ear-piercing cough and in one instance the world vanishes before your burning eyes.
give me a break. I don’t feel well. been down with a fever since the early hours and couldn’t sleep. a couple of pills that’ll solve it. medicalisation of our culture and all that, but a few pills really will take the pain away and get me through the day
I am feeling ill. Ill in the sense that reality has been changed forever now until the day I die. What will reality strike up in times of sadness? Times of simplicity? Times of fear? Is it not the keeper who decides the future, or is it the dead who decides the outlook?
“Dude, are you ill? You look like shit,” Alexander said as he tossed a sideways glance at Davy.
“No,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, “Just fucking exhausted. I spent all day in a mosh pit yesterday.”
Alexander snorted and shook his head, “Idiot.”
I was so ill one day. An old man came to my appartment and told me he had a reason for me to come to the bottom level lobby. Asking questions isn’t and never has been my thing so naturally I followed the limping creature to the common room. There, I was greeted by a stamped of aardvarks with a bouquet of flowers with a tag on them saying “Merry Christmas to my one and only! Forever yours, Alfred” . To this I not only vomitted in my mouth but completely forgotten the good 11 animals in front of me.
Sick, I’ve had this feeling for quite some time now… That rumbling in your stomach that let’s you know you have less than sixty seconds to get to the nearest toilet before you blow it all over the nearest priceless rug. I must say, this last one was a close call, I almost didn’t make it in time; luckily lady luck was on my side. I hope that I get well soon, I’ve been getting plenty of those cheesy get well cards that you can buy in drug stores and convenient shops, but I still smile when I read them.
Fredrick gazed across the bustling, smoke-filled barroom like a shell shocked gunner. As his eyes slowly began to focus they met a bewitching young woman. Thinking low of himself these days and lacking the courage, he muttered something that made him ill. “Ne’er the twain shall meet” he said softly.
She couldn’t hold it down any longer. The sway was sickening, the lipid swing of the clockwise spoon beneath her fingertips, the froth that threatened to foam back to her lips and out again, promising relief.
sickness. makes me feel like slapping children with dirty socks, because they were too lazy to clean them. also makes me think of iOS autocorrect automatically changing “ill” to “I’ll” sorry ill. i love you, but apple doesnt.
sick. not feeling well. your body is stressed and tired. physically not doing well. laying in bed. missing work or school due to not feeling well. faking it to get out of something. chicken noodle soup. fever. throwing up. medicine. washcloth. baths. temperature. vomit. not feeling up to par. not the best, down in the dumps. something your body doesnt agree with. a virus or bacteria growing inside of you. plague. a life threatening illness, or a common cold.
This is one thing that makes you know the limit of your body and Mind
U understand what you can stretch upto. Also teaches you that Prevention is better than cure.
An old and ill man lay on either side of Joseph, in the elderly ward. They had no visitors. He had one, who stayed by his bedside for the better part of two weeks since he arrived at the hospital.
He was green. A literal green hue of the cheeks. Maybe he shouldn’t of had eaten that sushi. Hopefully his date wouldn’t notice him sneaking into the bathroom.
I am sick.
She immidiatly fell ill to the violent virus spreading over the country. Every person she had grown up with had fallen ill to the horrible disease, mass genocide spreading over the country. Everybody were falling to their death, vomiting organs. father had always said “if you have your health you have everything” this was ringing truer in my ears than ever. Illness is hell.
ill be a very good person and very successful. ill be full of love and surrounded by it. ill be okay, everything will be okay. ill love every single aspect about me, ill sing, ill dance, ill be free. ill write a book which tells the story of how i met the love of my life.
“Ill? James is ill?”
“Yes, I just heard from Margery. He is in the CCU at St. John’s. She took him tot he emergency room last night, and they admitted him.”
Ill. what I felt last night, what I felt this morning. What I felt as I woke up at 12:30 pm, dressed quickly to hope in the car with friends. What I felt without food in my stomach and a headache. What I felt as I left the group for subway to get water and a sandwich to get rid of my hangover/cross
And these people around me. Myself included. All your words and all my thoughts, they make me ill. I can’t breathe in my mind. I need an out. I’m done. This place, this life; it was never for me. I can’t bend and conform to society. I’m sick. Sick of you, sick of me. And I will surely die from this.
My grandmother, who I never met, died of Chrome’s Disease when she was in her mid-fifties I believe. My mother took care of her for a majority of her childhood. Sad I never got to meet her. :(.
i hate being ill. Every time I am ill I don’t feel like doing anything. Being ill sucks. I also don’t get why people use ill as a positive word slang word.
I am so sick, it disgusts me.
Help! I call.. I need to go to the hospital.
My Dad finally takes me to the clinic to get me checked out.
The doctors finally come back with my blood test results.. I have Leukemia they say…
My life is ruined.. And I don’t know what to do.
hip hop,b boy style,graffiti,illcon,street art.live,love,culture,dopesauce
(Phat, dope, gnarly, sick, bad, nasty.) In the good way or the bad way? The bad way: she’s dying.
I became violently ill after eating 9 pounds of mexican candy with my sister over the course of 2 days. This is how I remember our first trip to Mexico.