Notes From My Bed A Spoonie Survival Journal

Update hour 12 of being in bed not able to move. Spirits still high mood sarcastic. Hungry enough to be Hungary but not enough to make harrowing trip to fridge. The pug is still safe but is getting more disgusted by my bad jokes. We have assurances that help will come in the next 5 hours. I think we will last. This will not be the entry to my journal....

On a side note I probably should not be left alone this long=0)


Poor girl has had to put up with me for the entire day. I think my skeleton puns are starting to get to her.