I'm coughing really really badly and I'm preparing myself mentally for the prognosis of TB which will leave me missing out on SYF and lying on a hospital bed dimly in the twilight alone, save for the ominous green glow emanating from the screen of the life-support machine.
Anyway I coughed out tiny globs of blood though maybe they're really just the skins of the plum I ate after dinner. And I feel faint and my chest hurts. But I'm not running a fever which means I'm probably not infected... yet.
I guess this period of stress and illness and disease has really stirred up the hypochondriac in me.
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