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Fucking ankle. Fucking working a million extra hours so they won't fire me. Fucking flu on top of fucking job on top of fucking ankle. Fucking dehydration landing me in the ER the other night; thank you Trudie for returning my truck so I could take myself. I owe you brownies for stealing my truck. How backwards is that.
I am now recuperating at home and accepting visitors and gossip rags. I'm sick as hell and I won't be cheerful or good company, but at least I'm here.
I'm so tired. My legs are shaky and I know I'm just not quite right-side-up yet. I hate being sick more than almost anything in the world.
I am now recuperating at home and accepting visitors and gossip rags. I'm sick as hell and I won't be cheerful or good company, but at least I'm here.
I'm so tired. My legs are shaky and I know I'm just not quite right-side-up yet. I hate being sick more than almost anything in the world.