Tuesday, March 22
Can you hear that?
That eeire, strangled cat going through puberty noise? That's me trying to talk. Everything feels fine unless I try to talk, swallow, or breathe. No temperature, chills, sweats, or other malaise. If I could rip my damn throat out, I would. In less than a heartbeat.
Naughty girl that I am, I seriously thought about taking a hit from resident's O2 concentrators today. Yes, I know, mother. It's wrong. But, I still thought about it. If it gets much worse, I'll have to go to the ER and get a neb treatment or something. If I had insurance, I'd already be there.