I don't know about you but I tend to curl up into this pathetic ball of self pity when I'm really ill ( which is rare ). This is when I indulge in thinking like a close family of mine, by which I mean this is the only time I could verify the genetic connection I have with this person who perpetually thinks that the world is against his good self 24/7. Urgh. So yeah. I'm feeling like the world owes me everything right now that I am ill! Oops, I don't rant but this seems just like a start of one! Big sorry. Well, there isn't much that I can do apart from slurping my dad's chicken broth quite grumpily. I can't talk much to anyone although I'm surrounded by people I like. Talking does literally take my breath away at this point. However, I do find the daily nebuliser treatments blissful as long as they last even if they cut my appetite for food. I'm also pretty much drugged up every waking moment that I'm shaking even as I'm typing this ou...
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