In sickness and in...ugh.

Obviously, something was snapping the last time I made an entry. Whether it has snapped, is snapping, or will snap, I'm nonetheless doing everything in my power (which unfortunately wanes as the pain lingers and shoots through a new nerve center every day) to function. Speech therapy may be in order if my communicative abilities continue to degenerate at this pace. I'm in flux somewhere between severe depression and total fatigue. Itching in my throat and ears; whatever germ I'm fighting will take its first chance to leap into my chest and make some mucus there. I know better than to expect immediate results from meditation and other self-care, but DAMMIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME???? Everything hurts. No energy. And I have this strange intuitive sense that something "bigger" is responsible. Who knows. All I know is that my pleasure, well-bring, physical health, and motivation are just bottoming out. My wit, written or spoken, has become practically nonexistent. Ready for spring, come hell, high water, or global warming.