Ill

It figures. I'm thinking that God does not want me to finish my proposal.

Because if God wanted me to finish my proposal he would not have made me Ghastly Ill yesterday. and today.

I believe that my tonsils may close off the back of my throat.

Nice.

Proposal is due next Wednesday, and I have a headache that feels like the apocolypse.

Oh, and as an update on the loopyness thing - they think it's epilepsy. So lots of tests in my future.

I'm going to go eat pudding now. I will update more later when my keyboard is working properly and I don't have to cut-and-paste every "a" in my documents.

Hugs,
KT