Feel My Spleen

I honestly didn't think I could get any worse but I did. Spent another night tossing and turning miserable. Woke up essentially unable to breathe or lift my head.

The lovely blood-work people confirmed that it is mono though. So now I get steroids to reduce the swelling of my throat and glands. And I'm hoping that works because If I have to repeat how I felt this morning I will not be happy.

No punching me in the spleen for the next 4-6 weeks and I promise not to lick you. This totally puts a damper on being home for Thanksgiving break. I suppose it's better I spend the week sick at home though.

Had a burst of energy and cleaned my room, found all these pointless cd's.

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"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar