My chest feels like I have rubber bands wrapping it. My voice is in and out and I wheeze when I do too much. No fever at all.
It could be my immunosuppressive preventing a fever from starting. I’m going to call my doctor on Monday and try to see what I need to do. I don’t want to go in unless I absolutely have to to prevent exposure if I’m not actually sick.
Reuben has twisted his left back knee and is limping around even if it hasn’t stopped him from running the fence and jumping from the porch like the maniac his is. My neighbors think I have a demon apparently because they swerve away from the fence line no matter the fact that his tail is going 300 miles a minute even as he barks at them from several yards away.
I’ve cleaned every room of the house and organized things that haven’t seen the light of day since I moved in.
I wrote 12,000 words last week on a fanfiction that has been languishing for years now. I’m determined to finish my projects while I have the time to work on them.