I was awaken by a burning sensation last night and was in an aircon room. I remembered I had this feeling many years ago too; while dreaming I was burning but I continued to sleep on. But this time, older and wiser, I forced myself to wake up.
I went to the clinic this morning, and waited for more than 2 hours. There were 20 people before me, plus another 10 while waiting to collect my medicine. Fuck.
I hate being sick. They will not be bringing Max over for awhile, and I hadn't had a photo of him turning 11 months on Sunday. ):