August 30, 2017
I feel a little sick to my stomach. I have for the past few days now. I think it is probably all the travelling about and the uncertain food I have been exposed myself to. Everything from Subway to a church potluck dinner. My eyes feel drawn down and my jaw aches. I am sensitive to every ache and pain as I am afraid of dying. I donít know if it is the being dead that bothers me so much as the process of dying. The being dead seems like a thing to be grateful for, a cessation of pain.