Why is it like this

The whole time I have been ill, I could crochet about 1/3 of a simple single crochet stitch washcloth. That's it. Days and days and days of effort. Days and days and days of coughing. And sometimes interrupted by the cramps that make you feel like you are dying. But you're not. And the heartache, and the constricted breathing.

At least you can love music.