13,418 Days Alive
Today was… I’m almost better. Like, can’t call out tomorrow but not feeling quite human.
Off to bed now, after a final cup of hot tea to assuage the stomach ache goblins.
Take your meds, folks.
13,418 Days Alive
Today was… I’m almost better. Like, can’t call out tomorrow but not feeling quite human.
Off to bed now, after a final cup of hot tea to assuage the stomach ache goblins.
Take your meds, folks.
13,051 Days Alive
So not only did I wake up around two a.m. violently ill, I also had a telehealth doctor appointment today. And I have a new diagnosis.
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