I can’t even have a talk
that I like so much. God has punished me. Shut my mouth. Even if a little chat
to a phone call, I’ll get hoarse and a sore throat. If it’s worse, I will catch
a cold.
I do gargle with salt water
many times a day. To recover quickly, squeeze a lemon and puts it on a tee to
drink it from time to time.
By the time I recover my
throat, my stomach turn upside down and tongue becomes white. The lemon is
overdosed. I didn’t think of upsetting my stomach for being obsessed with
recovering a throat. The left head aches and vomit. I would like rather dying
soon.
When I think of a young son
's face, I should live. When I think of an elder son’s face I should get up. If
I struggle like this over and over the year goes by.
When I danced Zumba so much
that I was tired, I got a phone call from my favorite friend. When the friend
told that it would be difficult to get money from the borrower, I felt bad as
if I had lost my money, and raised my voice and my throat got sore. Let’s shut up. Otherwise, it would be a
repetition of the pain on.
I have had tonsil since
childhood. My mother fretted that I could not eat. She sent me to play at a
friend 's house who had many siblings. Then, my appetite returned, and I was
energetic.
When the steam starts to
come out in November, it can lead to sore throat, get cold, upset stomach, and
even otolithiasis. I long for my mother who died long ago.
I lie down looking at the
ceiling and thinking. Why did I nag at my husband for nothing? ‘Why do you
throw your socks anywhere? Why can’t you use the micro oven properly?' What was
the big dear? I just want to thank my husband for being around me, who is in
the kitchen to make cabbage soup for me.
I do not know if I can go to
a year-end meeting with friends who meet once a month. The husband said,
"Where are you going? Stay in bed." "I might feel better if I go
and play with my friends." I was afraid I might collapse, but I'm getting
more energized as time goes by. I fell into a year-end meeting with my friends.
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