Have spent the day barely able to lift head. Some fey vomiting occurred. Crawled around. Fever: 103. Managed to avoid passing out by emptying a packet of sugar onto my tongue and sticking my head into a bucket. After four hours of trying to get a hold of a doctor, got a hold. Watching temperature. If it goes up, I'm a-goin' to the ER, Maw.
Tysabri, I trusted you. You said you loved me for me! But you're just like all the others.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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