They say people are emotionally at their weakest when they get ill. To quite some extent, i'd second that.
Two weeks ago, i was so sick that i actually believed i was going to die. There was this one afternoon that i had slept too much to fall back into slumber, and i saw this news of a dog hit by a car, paralyzed, possibly losing his life. All of a sudden, my tears gushed down fast and hard, all of which soon turned into bawling.
i realized, right at that moment, that i was crying for myself. i guess after all, all they needed was a reason to fall.
