2003-07-25 - 2:52 p.m.

So I was at the hospital this morning. Yeah, I finally made it there. Got my chest all x-ray’d and four vials of blood donated to helping me not die. I went to the doctor *again* yesterday, and she said that she was slightly surprised at my dying for two months. See, she thought I’d only been dying for one month. So that was an added bonus, I’m sure. I made her give me some painkillers for my aching. I have two jobs. One that’s like, a *real* job, requiring actual *work*. Now, how can I work when I can’t turn around? And I’m getting sick of heaving into the garbage can at my machines, too. I must be manufacturing asbestos there.

My two weeks is officially here for the factory. My last day is two Friday’s from now. Technically Thursday, but I don’t want to get into that. The Monday afterwards, I’m going to school to buy lots of books to help me be smart and build strong bones and healthy teeth.

I’ll be up for awhile today, and hopefully, I won’t crash tomorrow. Besides, I’m working 11-5 at the pizza place. Then it’s nothing but me and the couch.

Thinking - “I’m afraid that in my weakened condition I might take a nasty spill down the stairs.”

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