Thursday

Think I may be over doing it on the advil. Stomach feels sick. Like you wish you could throw up, you know, but you can't because it's not quite that bad. All day long. Done work for the week. It feels cold, like the fall has just started. Gido's CT scan scheduled for Tuesday and Dr. G wants to go over results of the last blood work up as well.

I sometimes find myself holding my breath for so long that I am aware of my brain telling myself to breathe in.