I've been so sick that I've forgotten what it's like not to be sick,
and I think it's bringing up some PTSD from the days of recovering after the
accident. I was sure I'd be sick forever.
Every day is a full-on battle for me.
Trying to make myself eat.
Trying to drink water.
Trying to hold back the vomit.
Trying not to itch my burned, stretched skin.
Today is October 1st,
the day we start celebrating Halloween, and
my favorite month of the year.
This afternoon, Christian took me in the car after work
to get donuts per our tradition.
I didn't even eat one, and I fell asleep while we were watching
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, like we do every October 1st.
It was a big, big bummer.
