06/22/01
I’m going to die.
Not any time soon, (I hope) but it sure feels like it. Yet another night of racking coughs that cause your body to crumple and convulse wildly until you come *this* close to vomiting. And then you do go *vomit*. Just a little. Not really throwing up, it’s more like your abdomen isn’t supposed to be stressed out like that so much with such crazy powerful coughs that don’t let up for 10 minutes straight or so. So yeah, sometimes I feel like I’m gonna die. I have missed my part time job all week, been nil in brain functionality for writing, and have successfully screwed up my sleep patterns yet once again. *sigh*. I’ve been reading my housemate’s comic books (Groo & Fist of the North Star, Nausicaa) and playing black & white again. I’m on land three, and have switched from the tiger to a little zebra.
I go to the doctors today.
*Sigh*.
*Cough cough*