Sick. Just everything passing through me. Exam is Monday. How much of this is stress, versus just me being in a house with a disease vector of a kid.

I've run out of ADHD meds, and my doctor isn't back until next week, so I'm just rawdogging this whole experience.

Jo's on massive deadline, which means I'm doing a lot more caretaker work for her, but I literally can't keep anything inside me. My guts are fully mush, and I can barely stand up. All I can do is drink warm, salty water, sleep as much as I can, and try not to think about death too much.

Sorry. I'll try to be better next week.