I slept oddly. My lungs were playing chords.
I could hear them making sounds, like bagpipes that had been left in a corner, with a dog sitting on them. They don't feel inflamed today. I think this means I am getting better.I've been spitting. Isn't that a funny thing to feel optimistic about?
I am moving around very slowly, but I want to eat. I'm going to walk to my local shop and buy fresh bread.
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I don't believe I'm about to say this..... Spitting is good.
Ack.
I mean it, but I don't really mean it, kwim?
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