7:30am
Sore throat that developed yesterday still very much there. Not worse. Not better. Could be my masochistic imagination. Please, let it be that.
9:00am
Not that.
9:30am
Bad cold my father’s been battling for the last 5 days is now in me. I’m not a germophobe, per se. I am just utterly terrified of coughing, tickles in my throat, hacking and hacking until I’m throwing up again and again. This is a gigantic, towering fear. Stupid but so freaking harrowing I’m trembling at just the thought.
11:00am
My skull hurts. The cold is definitely in there. My father can’t stop coughing. I can’t stop trembling. This is all so embarrassing I just might die of humiliation…
via October 25, 2016 — Nit and Grit
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Bless you, hope you feel better soon x
Oh, thank you! I feel so incredibly silly putting such ridiculous thoughts and fears to words. I despise complaining (would never utter a word of this to another soul usually) but hope my troubles lend somebody a little comfort or company.