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Dear diary which I can't actually write because I can barely move,
I've become intimately familiar with the ceiling in this here room that Estë has installed me in. I've taken to seeing things in the cracks and shadows on the paint, I'm that bored. Look, there's a bunny rabbit. And over there, the shadow from that cobweb and the wee crack? Looks just like Mindon on cloudy day. And over there that looks like...kinda like a dragon stomping on a herd of cattle...I'm not doing this anymore.
I've also discovered that while the aching in my bones is nearly unbearable and the near-constant headaches are driving me to distraction, if it's one thing I really cannot abide about my condition it's the ITCHING UNDER MY CASTS, MY ERU, SOMEONE GET ME A WIRE COATHANGER OR SOMETHING, ARRRRGH. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
And I wanna see my kids. And my hubbie. And my brother. I'm worried about them.
I've become intimately familiar with the ceiling in this here room that Estë has installed me in. I've taken to seeing things in the cracks and shadows on the paint, I'm that bored. Look, there's a bunny rabbit. And over there, the shadow from that cobweb and the wee crack? Looks just like Mindon on cloudy day. And over there that looks like...kinda like a dragon stomping on a herd of cattle...I'm not doing this anymore.
I've also discovered that while the aching in my bones is nearly unbearable and the near-constant headaches are driving me to distraction, if it's one thing I really cannot abide about my condition it's the ITCHING UNDER MY CASTS, MY ERU, SOMEONE GET ME A WIRE COATHANGER OR SOMETHING, ARRRRGH. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
And I wanna see my kids. And my hubbie. And my brother. I'm worried about them.