Maybe I caught Klara’s bug because I feel terrible. I’m not vomiting or anything but I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. It can’t be lack of sleep because I never react strongly to that.
The strangest thing is that I’m not eating. We made a great barbecue today but I’m indifferent. Whenever I go to our local hospital – which is the same one where Eric was born – I stop eating for a week and lose 10 lbs. It’s clearly psychological. It’s a huge hospital but they just had to place the emergency right next to the women’s pavilion.

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