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I am lying on a couch with my laptop, alone, in the place I am housesitting waiting for someone to hold a pillow over my head. I ended up taking an emergency trip to the doctors last night after my symptoms got a little scarier, and am now faced with getting surgery to get my tonsils out as soon as possible as they infection is starting to affect other parts of my body as well. I know it's not a big procedure, but it involves facing a variety of fears I have relating to surgery and work on my throat that I am not wanting to deal with (which is what lead me to be this sick). My greatest accomplishment today has been holding down a bunch of Cheerios (the most I've eaten since Friday). I suppose the worst part is being alone. I am waiting for Arlen to get off work (2 hours to go) and I am in a strange house where the TV doesn't work and I don't know where the stereo is. It is quiet, but for the sound of snapping tendons, heavy breathing, and the slow sound of jaws on Cheerios. But this, too, shall pass.