G*D-DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm still sick, I'm still cranky (now bordering on psychopathology), I'm still incapable of thinking straight for more than two seconds, much less drawing an un-cough-rattled breath, and I'm still in a "the whole world can f*** off and die" mood. And all this because of an only mildly bad case of the flu. How do people with serious illnesses do it??? How do they manage to be positive and life-affirming and saintly? Is it the morphine? It's the morphine, right? DAMMIT--I'm telling you, my white blood-cells better start doing their f***ing job or I'm going to seriously consider switching services...