I'll need emails...

I got a bug in my lungs, I think was going to kill me. Woke up this morning to a cough that made me wonder at Him. A seven or eight on my pain richter, which means "Mama! Papa!" Last night, pain shot through lines as fine as a thumb print on my world, but this morning it was like a pile of rusted auto parts. Down in there deep, where you don't know pain usually.

Two days ago, I knew the precise second I became host (or some cell divided or what?) I was on the factory floor and suddenly felt the weakness and I swung around to look at everyone. Who just gave me that?

Noticed this, which was rolled up behind me very quiety, out of nowhere, and got out the phone cam.




But it's not viral. I know a lung infection when I've got one.

Called in sick for the first time ever (in my six months there), told them right away I'd have a doctor's excuse, and then drove to Urgent Care. I had to wait about three minutes. Just love this town when the students are away! In an hour I was home with anti-biotics and cough syrup.

Everyone is gone. It's hot, the air conditioning is on, and I'm in a very pleasent, dark room (my own). I have the TV on, which is almost a first. To have the news on and surf at the same time, I mean. Sounds down, it's captioned.

I'm like this.


Fever.

Would be out on a picnic with the Kettle kids. Wearing that wild shirt.

Last night, I was here.

NO, I didn't write that, just noticed it outside a bookstore.

I'm dreaming of this someday.



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