Guess who's sick again! If you guessed me, you are correct. Also, I need to do my laundry soon and I have no idea how that's going to happen with the whole leg paralysis thing. H is really concerned about me, and it's kind of nice, except for the fact that he just thinks of me as a good friend. He thinks I need to see a doctor or a specialist or something and not take risks, but my past experience with doctors has consisted of getting jabbed with needles and told either they don't know what's wrong with me or that it's all in my head. So I am convinced that doctors can't help me and neither can anyone else. I just need to get through this on my own. I may just be being stubborn, but I really don't know how anyone could do anything to help.
~Fine~ (that means end in French or something. It's a music term)
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