Who knows why, but on Friday night my whole head blew up. Two days after a wee bit o’ scratchiness, I suddenly had an fully inflamed mouth, throat and nose, making it incredibly difficult to breathe. And ta-daaaa! That’s how Chris and I ended up in the ER on a Friday night! Because I couldn’t talk, I wrote to Chris on my laptop. This is from the official transcript:
DONT EAt all the pork guys. CHRIS CHRIS HRIS H2O no bulbbeles thatnks it’s too hurty on my throat :0
im so HUNGRY I want to EAT waaaaaaa just broth, not to hot plz.
HUNGRY. WEHN I FEEL BETTER I Want;phud thai, and vietnamese bbq pork sandwich, BIG PLATTER AT AWASH ethiop. with goat… can I have a soft egg?
I am beginning to believe in this power of positive thinking stuff. I focused on getting well enough to load my face up with my favorite foods, and here I am, all better! I would maybe wax metaphysical about all this, but I’m busy putting away second breakfast. A Votre Sante!