I've been moving around my house today, cleaning, showering, and generally existing. i have an appointment to go get my nails taken care of at some point today or tomorrow because I officially have claws and they're so long, you guys. unrealistically long.
breathing. I think the scariest thing about being sick has been not knowing. both parents passed away from sickness, and...it's the first time I've been really sick since mom passed away.
i could text her and get her advice on it. she might have been able to tell me what it was. dad would have said something encouraging, brought something to eat for me. and not knowing what's going on in your body with family medical history on your mind...and not having any family to talk to?