I couldn't sleep.
Again, once again.
I was afraid of something I couldn't even define, specify.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. This sick fear poisoned my brain, almost paralyzing all my limbs. I tried to breathe slowly, calmly. It didn't work. Completely failed, as if someone was chasing me.
I put my hand to my forehead to check my temperature. I was feverish. Or my hand was just really cold. For a moment I wondered, what's worse.
What would I do with myself? Should I wake up, take a hike? It was too dark.
So childish. Fear of the unknown.
Should I be afraid or not?
This darkness scares me.
Who will keep me safe, who will watch o
To the ER and back. (Update. Ugh.) by Endling, journal
To the ER and back. (Update. Ugh.)
UPDATE: Seems this thing is going to get worse before it gets better, I'm finding out. I apologize to folks waiting on commissions, you know they will get done, I promise that. I loved doing those first five and I can't wait to be well enough to do the rest.
As for LoT, well, that remains to be seen. Going to be out of commission for a longer time than I was hoping it'd take to recuperate. Take care folks.
Well I'm out of the hospital.
What's that? You didn't know I was in the hospital?
Well you're forgiven. I didn't tell anyone because I was too busy sleeping from Monday through until today, I think.
Suffice to say, I don't want to get