I think I may need an exorcism. Sammy?
So I'm still sick, like awful, feel like I'm dying, re-fried-crap-spread-thick-on-a-stale-cracker-with-a-side-of-death-and-mucous, sick. Seriously sucks.
By some sort to miracle we managed to get my car running this afternoon before I left work early for sleep. But when I got home I needed to run a few errands, get drugs, water, protein bars, everything I'd need for a weekend of shut in. Just about home, exhausted and ready for bed, I hit a curb and probably broken or bent my axel. I just don't even know. I was barely moving, but must have hit it just right. Joy, can't even imagine what this is going to cost me.
I'm pretty sure I just should have stayed home all week, in bed, covers pulled over my head and prayed.
By some sort to miracle we managed to get my car running this afternoon before I left work early for sleep. But when I got home I needed to run a few errands, get drugs, water, protein bars, everything I'd need for a weekend of shut in. Just about home, exhausted and ready for bed, I hit a curb and probably broken or bent my axel. I just don't even know. I was barely moving, but must have hit it just right. Joy, can't even imagine what this is going to cost me.
I'm pretty sure I just should have stayed home all week, in bed, covers pulled over my head and prayed.