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September 23, 2002-10:09 p.m. I hate September. September is always the worst month for me vis-�-vis breathing concerns. Earlier this month when my allergist gave me a new prescription, I clung to the hope that contained within that tablet was the salvo I�d been looking for all of these years. Alas, it was not to be. I spent a goodly portion of my weekend with a vile headache piercing my skull as though someone had thrust a railroad spike through my eye and into my brain and then attached it to a car battery. As a sort of compliment to the headache, I was also plagued with itchy and painful lungs. I spent as much time as possible sleeping. I did not go to the grocery store despite being desperately low on supplies. I may have to have canned soup for breakfast. When I woke up this morning with the same symptoms, I immediately decided that the workplace would be bereft of Sa today. I hope they were able to cope without me. No. Check that. I don�t really care. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
