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Everytime I think I'm starting to get well, new symptoms show up. And I can't complain because it's still better than toxic epidermal necrosis. Try whining about yet another fever blister to someone who has dealt with the possibility of having all their skin slough off. (I get a little woozy just thinking about it...)

So, I'm sick. I'm worried about someone who is more sick. I wish I knew how to help people who are too far away for me to show up at their door with a box of Swiss Cake Rolls and a MST3K movie. And I wish my lip wasn't trying to explode.

In other news, today's fic is over at 31_days.