I am sick of being sick. I am sick of being sick. I am sick of being sick.
I cannot even string a suitable sentence together. My mind is going a mile a minute, but when it comes to typing it out, making linear, comprehensive thoughts, dazzling you all with my witty banter and amazing writing skills, I do not have the energy to sit here for more than five minutes at a time and write something out. My eyes lose focus, my head begins to thrum, my throat feels like I tried to expand my skill as a street performer and attempted to stick fire down my esophagus. My head is still throbbing, pounding relentlessly, like someone decided to use it as the bass drum in some percussion heavy rock song. My body hurts; I am surprised when I look down and do not see bruises coloring me. No joint pain, but some of the most intense muscle pain. It is this constant ache that won’t go away, even when I down three extra strength Advil. And as mentioned above, my throat feels like I make my living as a fire breather. There is a constant burn and annoyingly potent ache that makes it hard to swallow. It burns all the way up to the roof of my mouth. And the doctors say rest. And to drink plenty of fluids. (But I feel worse than I did.)
I have so much more to say, but I have already exhausted myself. Maybe today you will get short excerpts. Each entry a thought escaping my fingers in ten minute increments before my body tires and I need to say goodbye.