Haze

Today I go in for my follow-up, to have people poke at my neck and hopefully tell me why I have wanted to barf for a week straight.

Smells make me sick, car rides make me sick, walking around for too long makes me sick.  I only want to eat turkey sandwiches.

I miss my fish tank so much, I haven’t seen my seaponies in a week.  They swim in my brain when I sleep.

I actually managed to do some laundry and pick up a bit, even though it exhausted me.

God, how long can this last…

I feel like I’ll be tired forever.  I’m bored as hell and want to go back to work, but what’s the use if I can’t DO anything?

Someone come tie strings to me and play my puppeteer.  Make me normal again.