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.