desormais

I'm probably not dying; I am, however, still really fucking sick still. Not as bad as in November, but I can't believe I still have whatever the fuck. and my chest is KILLING me, probably from anxiety sympathy pains for mercie. fuck.

that's all. i don't know if she gave anyone specifics about it. i know she asked for a diagnostician. i wouldn't be too concerned about me, as much as i'd love to be a patient zero.

oh, and my psych fit me in tomorrow. thank god. more pills to make me more anxious, probably. well, these ones aren't working anymore.