I've been sick since Monday, but didn't give up on doing life until Wednesday morning. Today is day three of sickness. Sometimes I lay on the couch, and sometimes I lay in bed. Sometimes I almost cry because it feels urgent to go lay in bed but it's too hard to move.
My sisters and Josh have placed bets on how many pounds I've lost. Twice I have woken up from one sister or the other pinching at my hip bones. Then, Danielle showed me this article on Josh's iPad about a woman in Georgia who thought she had the flu but really had some flesh-eating virus. Because she's so helpful. Or something.
My sisters and Josh have placed bets on how many pounds I've lost. Twice I have woken up from one sister or the other pinching at my hip bones. Then, Danielle showed me this article on Josh's iPad about a woman in Georgia who thought she had the flu but really had some flesh-eating virus. Because she's so helpful. Or something.
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