It feels like I am too sick to go on living. Last night I reached down to get a second blanket because I was having massive chills. The darn swollen groin that I have been trying to get someone to care about…popped! I was in a world of hurt last night.

Today the fantastic woman missionary brought back my clean clothes and cleaned my apartment. I don’t really remember much about her being here. I was sort of in and out of consciousness. I went through 6 hours of chills at night, then was in varying degrees of consciousness for hours and hours. Look what happened to me 😮

help red what-is-it awful groin


I’ve been barfing and sweating all day. Soooooo sick. So what happened to the surgeon who was going to admit me? He never called today. Am I a goner?