I would love to tell you about Seattle (oh, Seattle) but I am still sick and I am tired tired tired of feeling incapacitated.
An hour ago I had a panic attack about the fact that I can’t breathe and now I’m convinced that I shouldn’t sleep tonight or I just might. Stop breathing, that is. It’s been about 2 years since I’ve been sick (not counting my back going out, that’s something else entirely.) All I can think is that the last time I got sick, I was hacking up both lungs for 2 months (because I was too annoyed about going to the doctor) and it kept me awake every night and it was absolute fucking HELL. And I hope I’m jumping to conclusions now.
You know what? I’m spoiled. I’m not really used to getting sick anymore, because while once upon a time it seemed I got sick every other day, I am not hardy as a… I don’t know. Name something that’s known for it’s hardiness. I’m as hardy as that.
Ohhhhh, I’m sorry you’re feeling so shite! I hope it passes soon. Boo!
Ohhhh, Seattle. Place of my birth. Place of wonderful, fresh, misty air, rain forests, and majestic mountains. The Puget Sound. Lots of fish. Beautiful, beautiful Seattle. I miss it.
I didn’t know you were born in Seattle!!? Why did I think Alabama for some reason?? Oh, why would you EVER leave Seattle??