Well, I'm sort of almost better. Still have a lingering cough and generally feel like I've been flattened by a tractor trailer, but I made it to Brooklyn today which was a major step. I also had a doctor's appointment yesterday, gyno but hey, a doctor nonetheless, and she declared my lungs clear so at least there's no danger of walking pneumonia.

I'm tired but doing what I always do and letting my parents pressure me into seeing them tomorrow despite not really being up for it. I really need to stop that but every time I push back it just amplifies the guilting and concern that they have. So it'll be lip service, avoid, rinse, and repeat.

To quote Fight Club, this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. I wish that these sayings were disturbing instead of comforting.