i couldn't sleep on saturday night because swallowing was uncomfortable and i was having trouble breathing. yesterday i worked from home and we all went through a lot of tissues, with me dealing with what appeared to be a chest infection.
not covid, though, apparently, at least according to multiple RATs...
about two hours ago i woke up struggling, but it seems like i've coughed out most of it. now i'm just restless. tired, and restless, with my brain conjuring up all sorts of fears and awkward moments for me to chew on while my muscles ache (as usual) and i worry about wednesday.
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around lunchtime yesterday gd and i had a fight that for a little while really seemed to be the end of us. we'd had a fight the day before, and thought it was resolved, but a few things came out that were expressed in ways that hadn't been expressed before and we somehow seem to be doing okay now. we've both got homework to do.
i'm sad for mr smear that he was present for most of it, but there were a few moments when he got involved in a positive way and it makes me feel like he might just be navigating some of this world a little better than we do.
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so here i am drinking chamomile tea and staring at a screen, hopefully i'll be able to grab some shuteye before alarm-time. so many things to be anxious about, so little time...
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