Update

I woke up on Saturday morning so sick that all that I could do was to stay in bed. I was burning up for two days. On the third day, I lost my voice. Have you ever been so sick that you cannot take yourself to the doctor? I keep thinking of all the money that I have to give to the doctor when I could better use that money on medicine. The last time I went to the doctor, I couldn't afford to get the medication so I went without. Grrr @ I will have to go to the doctor today, because my employer is asking for a doctor's excuse already. Why can't they be like regular employers who wait until the third day? By law, they are supposed to wait until the third day. One big thing that has me worried is that I am behind in my work. One of my charts is being audited today and the paperwork is not in the file. Also this week is when they are going to evaluate us... another risk of whether they keep me or not and here I am at home sick...

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My head feels as if somebody hit it with a sledgehammer, but I must be feeling better if I am here, writing, and making some cinnamon tea on the stove. I love the way the smell of cinnamon tea fills the whole apartment when it's brewing...

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We last three people last week: Ed McMann, Michael Jackson, and Farrah Faucett. We heard a little bit about Ed and Farrah, but Michael's music has been playing for days... but I will write more about that later...

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I apologize for not visiting as much as I should. I keep promising myself I am going to get to it, and then something unexpected happens... like getting sick. Grrr...

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I had a strange dream. I will need to write about that soon...