Then this has been all in my head. It has to be my thyroid. I lost my vision and I lost my taste-- half of my taste anyway. I can't taste anything all the way. And my glasses stopped working. And I'm too tired to do much, and it feels like I'm made of lead. And I can't concentrate. There are snakes in my belly. My brain is black. My heart is full though. Through all of this, my heart is full. Must. Stand. Up. for . Self.
Crawl through this, Zed. Remember what she said to you: "When you are going through Hell... keep going."
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