a blog to share the life and end times of one very sick dude and his rudely healthy wife
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Asa Post: A Few Words.
The hardest part of all this is that I used to be very active, doing stuff all the time. I was active 10+ hours a day, but now I've slowed to the point that moving from room to room takes forever and has become onerous. I would cry, except it would be painful and it wouldn't make me feel any better. Most food makes me ill. Life sucks.