After reading an article on the planet’s population reaching 6.5 billion this Saturday, when I started getting sick yesterday, I was sure that nature was culling the overpopulated human race, starting with me. Unfortunately for you population control advocates out there, I think I’ll survive. Thank you so much, Rachel, for being my angel and bringing me a little get-well kit.
My goal for today is to eat something, so I’ll be feasting on Ritz crackers and Sprite, then maybe some soup tonight if I can lift a spoon. I actually walked down to the bottom floor and back up to my room this morning without getting winded. Still, I feel like I’ve been hit by a slow moving yet persistent truck. Most bothersome is my right wrist. It’s terribly sore, and I’m going to say that’s because of the pain-killer / sleep-aid I took last night. Although it did allow me to get some sleep, it also made me completely unaware of the awkward position my arm was in.
Well, if you need me, I’ll be right here.
February 23, 2006
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