So yea. I'm really sick. People might tell me to buck up. But it's a dying sick. Yea...yay for me. I have a hole that is slowly eatting its way through my lower esophagus, and if it breaks through, I'll be dead within the hour. It makes me really nausious and I throw up a lot. And it's really nasty because it's not the usual food puke s**t, it's a disgusting nasty tasting mucus that's mixed in with all the s**t coming up from the stomach.
So yea, and then on top of that I got a sinus infection that within three days (I've had it before and it took over three weeks last time) it movied into my ears and down into my throat and all the way down into my lungs. This can cause pneumonia or bronchitis or whatever else, each of which can kill me.
So I've seen the doctor and I'm on meds for the second of the two problems and I'm working on getting my meds for the first problem.
I hate being sick but it's been amazing the type of response I've gotten from people here. Normally I would have my mom and Briana worried about me. But here, everyone I know up here is worried. They won't let me do anything strenuous and my friend Kristina even brought me Subway in bed. Everyone is just so cool about it and so caring. I never really expected to have so many people care, but at the same time considering all the dad s**t that happened, I should have expected to have this many people that care. But yea. So I'm really greatful to everyone that's really wanting to take care of me and makes me feel good to know people care and worry about me. But yea. I'm gonna go back to bed now because I don't have to go to my first two classes. All I have to do is go to English today. It's good. So yea. Bed time for me.
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To die alone is to die forever.
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