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It's 12:41 in the afternoon here and I'm just now able to get out of bed. Things have gone from the worst to the worst-worst. I don't know what's after this but I don't want to find out. Ryan slept in here last night and she said it sounded like I was trying to breathe underwater. Can you say Aquaman? Do you even remember that show (or comic book)? Anyhow...

I can't sit up strait- I'm having to lean way over to the left. I guess I've strained the muscles in my back from coughing. Not good. I did get some sleep finally, so that part is good. My eyes were glued shut from whatever is in them, that's not good. I have thrush in my mouth from the antibiotic, not good but I get it anytime I take rocephin or a z-pac. The cost of getting better.

Basically, I'm not better... but I'm not worse so I guess that's good in some twisted ass way of thinking. So for now I'll take it.