Making a note for the future

At midnight the nausea and retching began. This is par for the course, alongside my sanity starting to slip in spite of myself.

I recall my friend asked me, a year ago. Maybe more. How well I was doing. He knew back then that without his presence I was starting to slip. Literally Dory to his Marlin. But there was nothing he could do about it.

I’m in a lot of emotional pain and I’m so scared. On the other hand, shortly the nausea will edge it out.

I wish I was doing better. SF, fantasy, tea, and sherlock holmes much. Better t o blog about.