D.105.11

Stupid body not responding right!!! Went home from work early, stomach is all gurgly, get home and work a little in the garden, running to the bathroom every so often, then crawl in bed and close my eyes about 200p and have been in and out of consciousnesses ever since.

I feel weak, tried to eat something, tried to walk around, just want to sleep.

to days to come,
/ac

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