Seperis (seperis) wrote,

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oh please, you have got to be kidding

Yes, officially sick. Low fever, coughing, sneezing, congestion, bitterness. No lethargy yet, just very tired. Still hungry, good thing. It seems I will be sleeping sitting up for the next few days. This in a lot of ways sucks. It would suck more if I hadn't recognized it, I suppose, and kept taking allergy meds, since that's quite a waste of time.

I'm just going to say it--if this ends up pneumonia, I have no pride. I want a TV. And lipgloss. The universe and my lungs owe me this. I can't even figure out how it started, to be honest. I testing my breathing weekly and I know three days ago there wasn't any change. Yesterday I woke up with a headache and a cough and sneezing (sneezing is good! Or so they say).

So far, just general ick. I need to find my inhaler. And here it is. Just thinking about steroids again makes my entire body rebel.

...seriously. It's been since September. It's been a year since the last time I had five doctors tell me they didn't know what was wrong with me. I do not like this. I want it to stop. I want a fucking pony.

And that ends self-pity. For now. You who are new--wow, you might want to scan for anything where I mention bodily fluids for a bit and skip. It's deeply boring.

In other news--er. I have a pretty robe to wear this time? That makes it better?

How long does an inhaler last? Is six months old too old? Does my body understand I do not have time for this?
Tags: illness, the eternal darkness of sloths
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