Sick

Shotgun shells by a make-shift snow jump
Shotgun shells by a make-shift snow jump

I think that I finally found a place on the floor, or maybe it was a certain position, that enabled me to grab some sleep. I moved from bed to bed and my back was hurting so bad I was just moments before toggling my search from a comfortable place to a way to kill myself. When I was able to find a place that my back wasn’t throbbing the liquid in my lungs started to fill up my chest. Gargling I would sit up gasping for air. Any movement like this would engage my coughing hell. I felt like I was drowning most of the time. So even if I could find a comfortable place I couldn’t breath.

It is now Tuesday, mid-day, and I am just now realizing I have not been to work in two days. I must have slept because I am on the mend. Still disabled by my lack of air or lung capacity I must fight my way back home and hope for another night of real sleep. Only then can I think about adventure.

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