Monday, November 15, 2010

11/15/10 ...and now I've got it too

Go to bed after a very satisfying episode of The Walking Dead (suck it, haters - the acting's great, the story is interesting, and there's a constant sense of creeping dread that's my favorite thing about zombie movies), and immediately feel some strange unrest in my chest. I can breathe and yet I still feel like I'm drowning.

Maybe not drowning exactly, but that low grade ache and anxiety, like I'm still not getting enough oxygen, no matter how deep I breathe.

This morning it sounds like a soup can full of mud and rocks in my chest, and I guiltily call up work, saying "Well, I've got the chest cold Katie had, and I don't want to give it to everybody else."

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