so far, i still feel sick.
i'm running out of clean dishes, i feel too weak to load the dishwasher.
i'm running out of clean clothes, ditto on that one, too.
drained.
it's all i can do to be laying down, running to the bathroom, boiling the kettle to make some instant noodles, making a glass of juice, sitting upright for a while, feeling miserably physically ill and laying down, *again*....
never mind the dishes and laundry on top of that.
straws that break the camels back? brita filter needs changing, and the jug washed.... need to change the sheets on my bed, and wash the blankets.... need to take out the garbage....
.... and i'm going to stop there, because i can feel my brain imploding.... my guts already doing that enough, thanks....
my one happy: these puter times, short as they may be.
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