So having been bedridden for so long, it wasn't a surprise to find the house in its current state. I never noticed the place was so dusty until I started coughing the past few days. And I haven't really stopped. Every deep breath triggers the fits, but my lethargy triggers my yawns, and if I don't get my deep breaths, the fatigue gets worse. If only I can sleep it off, but the tiredness is mental rather than physical.
The cut is still painful, although it's not as dark anymore. I'm not sure if that's a good sign. Scabs are usually deep brown, right? But skin is still reattaching I think. It reopens frequently though, so it's a long process. Now not only does my stomach hurt from the cut, my lungs hurt from the wheezing. Been drinking lots of water; it's been tasting funny though. I changed the filters already, but the odd taste is still there. Can't seem to get rid of it. There's a tinge of sourness to the water, so I drink only when I need to, which is pretty often unfortunately. Not that water's unhealthy or anything. Well, usually it's not anyway.
Well, more on life later.
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