DAY 35
DAY 35It"s been twelve grueling days of feeling like s**t, but when I woke up this morning, I didn"t feel like there was a pillow over my face. Though my back aches from coughing so much, I think the hard part is over, as long as I don"t relapse or get pneumonia. I roll over in bed and reach for the thermometer. I place it under my tongue and wait, and I’m shocked to see my fever has finally broke. Thank f**k.
There were a few days when I was worried. My inhaler barely provided any relief, and I almost asked Cameron to rush me to the hospital, but I kept holding on, hoping my body would fight it. When I was at my worst, I told my mother I was sick too. She nearly had a heart attack, but I couldn"t keep it a secret just in case something terrible happened.
Mom called Ava, who then
