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Could use a hug. Never intended for this journal to be my [personal/rant/mute] space, but it became that, so that's what I'm gonna use it for.
Alice taken to the emergency. I texted mom asking if she was gonna watch Sherlock, and she called me saying "No, we're not watching Sherlock, we have to take Alice to the hospital, she's coughing blood", and I said "Then why aren't you already", and she said "We're going to, bye" and I said "Bye".
And then I watched Sherlock.
It's the Reichenbrach episode.
Then I texted her, asking what's wrong with her, and I got back, "Really high fever for 2 days... now vomiting blood..."
I haven't texted back.
I'm relieved I'm having a reaction at all. Which is sick.
I'm a fucking soldier.
Sometimes I hate my head.
She'll be fine, because that's how it goes. I notice I have a hard time admitting that I'm worried, because I'm not sure how it feels anymore, but I'm pretty sure I am. Same heavy feeling that I vaguely recall from back then.
Worry. worry worry. there are tears.
Alice taken to the emergency. I texted mom asking if she was gonna watch Sherlock, and she called me saying "No, we're not watching Sherlock, we have to take Alice to the hospital, she's coughing blood", and I said "Then why aren't you already", and she said "We're going to, bye" and I said "Bye".
And then I watched Sherlock.
It's the Reichenbrach episode.
Then I texted her, asking what's wrong with her, and I got back, "Really high fever for 2 days... now vomiting blood..."
I haven't texted back.
I'm relieved I'm having a reaction at all. Which is sick.
I'm a fucking soldier.
Sometimes I hate my head.
She'll be fine, because that's how it goes. I notice I have a hard time admitting that I'm worried, because I'm not sure how it feels anymore, but I'm pretty sure I am. Same heavy feeling that I vaguely recall from back then.
Worry. worry worry. there are tears.