Tuesday, 9th April 2019.
I managed two and a half hours at work before I was sent home. Then I went to the walk-in center and had blood and urine removed from me. After that, I did a little food shopping, went home and got into bed. That’s where I’ve been ever since.
I feel like death.
Maybe I am dead.
Pfft. I doubt it.
Anyway, if there is anything to know, the doctor will contact me within a week.
Not that it will matter. I’ll probably get sacked tomorrow.
Now I’m paranoid. I can hear them talking downstairs. Talking about me. Talking about Louis.
This is the worst hell.
I need to beat this.
I need a drink.
Wednesday, 10th April 2019.
I’ve spent some time in hospital. It was great. Then I went home and spent some time in bed with a razor blade.
Not for fun. For Contemporary reasons.
Luckily, I’m a coward.
But just for a moment,
I felt alive.
I’ve not been sacked yet.
My nose hurts for all the wrong reasons.
Luckily, someone gives a shit. Carter rung me and asked if I needed anything. This was the first human contact I had in 24 hours. Amazing, considering I live with both my parents and my son.
I wonder what they would have thought if they walked in and found a corpse?
Anyway, I woke up last night about 2am with the worst fever. I shivered and sweated and moaned and tossed and turned until about 8am. When I managed to put on clothes and drove myself to the walk-in centre.
I was then admitted due to the fact I looked like an extra from walking dead.
My fever broke. I went home.
Carter dropped some cigarettes off. I took diazepam.
Gambled 20 quid on my credit card but payed off 150.
I have been swapping between X-Files and Simpson’s on Mobdro.
The truth is out there…….or D’oh!
I like lesbians. I think they would be quite nice to cuddle up with.
I feel like I’ve been here forever.
Everytime I move all this falls on the floor.
Also, I’ve been facing south for too many hours…….. It seems relevant?!?
Ladies and Gentlemen. We are floating in space.
All I want in life’s a little bit of love to take the pain away.