Still not dead, but beginning to consider the upsides of that condition.
Weird and disjointed dreams. I had dysentery in my dream. Now that's one that'll have you waking up in a cold sweat, suddenly relieved to find that oh, Auntie Em! It was only a dream!
I'm supposed to go see the almost-a-dentist today. When their robot called on Monday to confirm the appointment, I pressed "1" in what turned out to be a fit of excessive optimism. I ache all over, like an army of midgets have been working me over with tee-ball bats. Every muscle and joint is sore, and there's a constant bone-deep chill every time I venture out from under the electric blanket.
I'm sure this time tomorrow I'll be feeling better, but for right now, I'm miserable.
Whine, whine, whine, poor pitiful me...
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