Sick Forever Comic 13.

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Yeah, he’s gonna love that shit.

This week went by as a vaguely irritating blur. Something is always in my way. Then again I suppose that’s true for everyone on one level or another. I’m still coughing these rib bruising coughs every so often. I’ll go for a few hours without a problem and then it will get terrible for a couple of hours. Maybe it’s the humidity from when I go outside or something. I still have no sense of taste or smell to speak of. Sometimes they will pop back online for a few minutes then they’re gone again. That’s some kind of progress at least.
In spite of all this I tried to move boxes around today for a while until I ran out of energy with a big pile of them in my way. My planning was perhaps not without flaws. I had to lay down for a bit then make myself a path. Tomorrow I will hopefully move them to their final destination. A lot of the boxes aren’t even half filled. I just threw whatever was in my way in them at the time whatever disaster was going on and then moved on with dealing with that. I open the boxes to sort out the contents and remember whatever terrible thing was going on when I pitched in the stuff.

My family thinks I’m crazy, and on some level they are correct, but all of these boxes of things are part of my plan. Someday I’ll make something beautiful with the contents & it will sustain the dreams for a little while longer. My grandmother was very much the same way. That’s good and bad. She never gave up on the idea of a future where she would get to make beautiful things. That day never came for her. It may never come for me, but I keep preparing for it because I have hope. As dangerous as that is. I may just be leaving a mess for someone else to clean up the way she did. Although my mess is at minimum worth many thousands of dollars if whoever cleans it up is smart enough to know how to sell it off.

Anyway, I guess I’ll get back to it. I don’t know what I’m going to do for Monday. I’ll just let whatever strikes me as correct happen when I think of it. Until then I’ll see you around.