Heather Shaw

So cold. So very very cold.
So hungry! Watching TV for three hours makes me ravenous, akin to a really strenuous workout at the gym when I'm healthy. I'm devouring meals that I normally couldn't finish.
Things that wind me: walking, making tea, talking on the phone, going to the bathroom, getting out of bed/ off the couch, eating.
I'm so pretty. Seriously, pale pale pale skin with high pink color right on the edge of my cheekbones, shiny bright blue eyes, unnaturally red lips. I feel like Victorian heroine, dying slowly of consumption.
It's scary, not really being able to breathe properly and getting so tired so quickly. The coughing up bloody phelgm doesn't help this feeling one bit.
Dizzy, probably from lack of oxygen. Headaches and chest pains as well.
I could win a belching contest right about now, except that it would probably overstrain me to attend.
My penchant for melodrama is going unchecked.
Tim is being about the best he ever is. He even scooped the cat litter, which he has never done before, because he finally realized it really would take too much out of me to do it.
Sleep is my friend.
I can't drink enough tea/ water right now.
Why didn't they issue me an oxygen mask?
Ok, I think I've spent about as much time at the computer as I should. Bye!




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