hack
There's absolutely nothing to say about my life right now.
I think I may be dying.
I'm normally not much of a hypochondriac. But this cough just seems to be coming back with a vengeance. Only this time, I'm not coughing anything up. I'm just hacking and hacking. Slept most of the night on the couch again last night. It's so lonely there. But I am not torn apart by the guilt that I might be waking Kevin up with every hack, so it's really for the best. Today my neck, shoulders, and spine are so sore, and I can't figure out why. It could be the couch I suppose, but they are sore like I just hiked 15 miles with a 70 pound pack or ran a marathon or moved a 3-bedroom house all by myself. Not sore like I slept a little funny on a couch. Too weird. The hives I have on the backs of my knees and under my arms are also a mystery.
Clearly all is not right in the world of my body. Yuck.
In other news, I really have nothing else to say. Good bye.
I think I may be dying.
I'm normally not much of a hypochondriac. But this cough just seems to be coming back with a vengeance. Only this time, I'm not coughing anything up. I'm just hacking and hacking. Slept most of the night on the couch again last night. It's so lonely there. But I am not torn apart by the guilt that I might be waking Kevin up with every hack, so it's really for the best. Today my neck, shoulders, and spine are so sore, and I can't figure out why. It could be the couch I suppose, but they are sore like I just hiked 15 miles with a 70 pound pack or ran a marathon or moved a 3-bedroom house all by myself. Not sore like I slept a little funny on a couch. Too weird. The hives I have on the backs of my knees and under my arms are also a mystery.
Clearly all is not right in the world of my body. Yuck.
In other news, I really have nothing else to say. Good bye.