I was afraid I would have to call the doc again after Wednesday night. Night sweats, 102 temp, coughing. . . but Thursday I almost felt okay other than coughing fits and feeling like an elephant is sitting on me. Oh, yeah and the overwhelming exhaustion.
I was feeling so good, I started to dig through my bookshelves pulling down the books I want to try and sell to used bookstores. Got half way through before I had to stop.
I wanna be healthy. I wanna sleep lying down. I wanna be able to do my laundry.
Been having mini panic attacks about the things I need to do that I am simply not capable of doing. I don’t even have the mental acumen to read. All I am good for is reality television.
July 29th, 2005 at 7:46 am
All I am good for is reality television.
That is worrying.