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Today I was sick of staying in bed and staring at the ceiling—most of what I've done for the last two weeks, which is why I've updated so much and generally been online constantly. So. I went to the doctor, voluntarily even! WHO'S AN ADULT NOW?! I was like, yeah, I think I have asthma, and the doctor was like, shit, you've got asthma and you don't even have any medication for this, you realize this could kill you right, and I was like, yeah can we not talk about my inevitable death by asphyxiation, it is one of my least favorite subjects.

Unfortunately, after two doses of the meds she gave me, I am more awake than I have ever been or shall ever be and also shaking like a leaf in the wind. I can breathe? So well that I can see what I've been missing for the past few days! BUT. MAN. AUGH. Unideal is what this is.