Better?

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Cautiously, I suggest that.  Everything that is wrong is still there.  Milder?  Improving?  I think so.  If, too, I can't yet be absolutely certain.  Sleeping a lot, that is certain.  Sleep really is helping.  Life has been very difficult since yesterday morning.  Before then, but it got really bad right about then.

If you have ever worked yourself half to death, into a dither, and kept going?  And your body finally just quit the whole game?  But, as it is starting to get oxygen back to the oxygen starved cells, lungs started not burning, muscles are just coming back from being burned out?  Not... back to it, just not as bad as it was, and more into recovery than still suffering?  That's... about where it feels like I am.

Since I am not absolutely sure what the problem is/was, I can't be certain I am over, finished, through.  I really hadn't been working all that hard lately.  Hardly at all.  And, for that reason.  I didn't have anything to give.  It seems, beyond not having anything to give, something was eating whatever I might have had, as if I was working hard.  I don't understand.

Does the heart do that?  Do the kidneys or liver begin to fail, and just destroy capacity?  Did I eat something that hurt me?  I just don't know.  I do know that it is good to be rebounding, if still a bit ill.  Wow, that hurt, a lot.  Lungs still a bit tight, but improving.  I'm telling you, it was everything.  Hop into a trash compactor, that was the sort of pressure I was under.  Assuming it didn't kill you, just crushed you a bit?  Right, like that.  Resisting is all I could do, which was exhausting even if I didn't seem to be doing anything.

I am definitely hoping this is the end of that.  The beginning of what had become normalcy, nearly a return to some form of health.  Something is really off, for certain.  I'll... see what I can do about it.  Later.