It's the stress of this transition. It' mad me physically ill. When I swallow it feels like a lit match was thrown down my throat. I woke up this morning, I breathe and it feels like a washing machine in my chest was turned on, on the low cycle. I brag, "Oh, I'm very healthy," but not today. Watch, if I can't make a doctor appointment today, I'll end up in the Emergency Room to wipe away this horrible infection as quickly as possible.
Even had to call off work because I sound like a choking horse. The next right thing to do is call All the doctors in this area so the Emergency Room assistant doesn't have have to look at my chart and say to the doctor, "This patient complains of an icky upper respiratory cold and she wants a magic pill to make it go away because she's busy."
My body normally wakes up this time for my cherished period of creating/editing before work but, no can do. What I will learn from this is that GOOD HEALTH MEANS EVERYTHING.
By the way, I got to see, secure, my new apartment on Pine Grove yesterday and it is so, so, so, lovely. I'm so lucky.
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