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My lips are miserably dry and chapped from all the medicine I've been taking to dry out my sinuses and lungs. I still can't breathe too deeply, or lay down. But overall I hurt less. It's still hard to find my appetite except in a very abstract way.

I wrote for a long time today. I'm not sure it made me any happier or soothed any of the anguish.

It has been years since the last time I was this sick, and years since I had nighmares this vivid. Last night's dream was like a long movie, Firefly with shapechangers and death and more trains. I don't know what it was.