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Friday, 6 December 2019

Lungs are the enemy

Going down my stairs and then back up was enough to leave my lung hurting more than it did from the walk to town and back yesterday.
My body is a jerk.

So little done today, is evening and I have not managed to wash or dress myself.  Because I have spent the whole day feeling exhausted and weak.

And now my chest is so fucking sore.
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