Okay soo

Hi.

I miss you.

But I can’t text you.

Or send you pictures.

Or whatsapp you.

Or call you.

It’s super sad.

Bye.

Something wrong.

I don’t know what it is but there’s something wrong with me.

For the past ten – fifteen days, I’ve been having issues with my health. I randomly get fevers (I have one now), I got a very very very painful yeast infection where my body was producing cottage cheese (LOL). I had constipation that lasted for days. Hurt so much. I have issues with my balance which I haven’t ever had. I woke up with excruciating pain in my head and left arm – where my arm was completely numb, lifeless and hurt like a bitch on fire (as did my head) – so much that even though I tried going downstairs to my room, I couldn’t make it past ten stairs. That’s how dad found me, sprawled across the stairs with tears streaming down my face. Since I’m the kid who barely ever gets sick, he freaked out and we spent the next four hours in the hospital.

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Yesterday I had a shooting pain in my chest. I’ve had chest pains before but that’s normally indigestion. This one was very very weird and my heart was in overdrive.

Somehow it occurred to me that I may be having a heart attack. Obviously it probably wasn’t but I went to my fridge where mom had posted an article on what to do in case of a heart attack and read while my body was sweating like a fat person in a sauna. (I don’t normally sweat. Ever.)

It said to chew and swallow disprins (aspirins) and so I did. My heart was still in overdrive but the shooting pains subsided.

Weird.

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Do pray for me, if you pray ok? Thanks.

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Everyone asked me how I was doing. I NEVER go to hospitals. No one has EVER told me I needed an MRI. I was freaking the fuck out. And your text that I wake up to? ‘When can I pick up the kitten? My sister says it might get too big’.

I told you why I was having issues giving the kitten away. I told him a billion issues that were the reason. But wow. Of all the thoughtless insensitive things to do.

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Come pick the kitten up whenever the fuck you want but I’ll make sure I’m not home at that time then.

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Everyone asked. Everyone who knew. Uttering a silent thanks. <_3. _=”_” p=”p”><p>* </p>

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