The Heather Chronicles

I am on Day 3 of my pneumonia prison. I can't take it much more! Cabin fever has taken over, and it doesn't help I'm high on this stupid medicine I have to take. Do you know what it's like to be high trapped alone in your apartment with two cats and a baby crying next door? It's hell! I'd jump off my balcony, but I don't think it's high enough to kill me. Plus the medicine has made me constipated, and I can't stand the thought of dying with full bowels. I hear they release at the end. I'd rather jump after a burly poo so I will leave little mess.

I've been emailing some friends in this medicated state and Eylin encouraged me to write after she was cracking up at my emails, which to be honest, I can't quite remember what I wrote. So I figure, why not document this debacle? Buckle up folks, it's a warped ride through my mind on this stuff.

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