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I think someone up above is trying to kill me. Really.
First of all, I spent all weekend with my brother. My parents spent the weekend up in Bar Harbor, ME. Ken was actually okay, but there is always potential for something bad to happen when the two of us are alone.
Yesterday as I was cleaning my room I picked up a bag I have put things that I want to save and eventually make a scrapbook with. There was something sharp sticking out of the bottom and scratched the inside of my leg by my knee. It was a deep enough scratch to bleed. Today there are little red lines spidering out from the scratch and it hurts.
Then last night about an hour or so after dinner I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. I had the worst headache I have had in a long long time. It affected my vision and I was extremely nauseous. Sounds kinda like a migraine. Ugh.
The final bit came this afternoon when I went to McDonald’s to pick up lunch for Kenny. I decided I’d grab a Quarter Pounder for myself for lunch and eat it when I got back to the office. I sat down and took a couple bites before actually looking at the food. Instead of the uniform McDonald’s Hamburger Grey, I saw You’re Going to Die Mooing Cow Red. Right. Now my asthma has worked up and I can hardly breathe, and when I do get a full breath of air I start a mad Whooping Cough type coughing fit and my chest hurts.
I think I have issues.
I’m paranoid.
I’m going to die. (If the aliens don’t get me first.)
First of all, I spent all weekend with my brother. My parents spent the weekend up in Bar Harbor, ME. Ken was actually okay, but there is always potential for something bad to happen when the two of us are alone.
Yesterday as I was cleaning my room I picked up a bag I have put things that I want to save and eventually make a scrapbook with. There was something sharp sticking out of the bottom and scratched the inside of my leg by my knee. It was a deep enough scratch to bleed. Today there are little red lines spidering out from the scratch and it hurts.
Then last night about an hour or so after dinner I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. I had the worst headache I have had in a long long time. It affected my vision and I was extremely nauseous. Sounds kinda like a migraine. Ugh.
The final bit came this afternoon when I went to McDonald’s to pick up lunch for Kenny. I decided I’d grab a Quarter Pounder for myself for lunch and eat it when I got back to the office. I sat down and took a couple bites before actually looking at the food. Instead of the uniform McDonald’s Hamburger Grey, I saw You’re Going to Die Mooing Cow Red. Right. Now my asthma has worked up and I can hardly breathe, and when I do get a full breath of air I start a mad Whooping Cough type coughing fit and my chest hurts.
I think I have issues.
I’m paranoid.
I’m going to die. (If the aliens don’t get me first.)