slowly, cautiously i get out from under the covers.
most of the past nine days has been spent dying under two or three blankets, coughing up lungs, taking gross drugs, wishing i had internet access at home.
my throught (is that spelled right? it doesnt look right.) was swollen and enlarged, i had cold sores all over my mouth (at least eight on my tongue. my freakin' tongue! thats some serious pain) i couldnt eat for about five days.
and i still went to work. almost every day, i would get up, go to work, then go straight home to bed wishing i had died.
i can't remember ever being so sick.
but, hey, i am better now.
anti-biotics working through my system, cleaning out all the wreckage that my sickness had brought.
its good to be alive and online.
2:16 p.m. - 2004-10-14
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