My hosts were all trying to make me feel better, they made all sorts of health drinks, and let me sleep in their bedrooms while they took the couch, although as a couchsurfer, the norm is for guests to take the couch.
When I first met Joey, I was still recovering. I remember one of the first things I texted him was whether I could crash at his place 'cos I wasn't feeling well, and he said "you're funny" and he also told me that their house was more of a party house, but I was welcome to try and rest.
As I got better, I also fell for him, but I left LA unknowingly pregnant and headed towards the nastiest part of my life. I saw the doctor today, and I have a throat infection, which caused a fever as well as headache and body aches.
I would think perhaps being sick is a reminder of being in LA. The good thing about this is apparently I was never really physically ill in 2017. The other thing is perhaps I can never fall sick for the rest of my life, or I can now be aware that when I'm sick, the delirium cannot be trusted, and I will not find myself in another mess just because I am sick, because I'm not always sleeping with strangers. I'm not even sleeping with anyone.
Imma go take my antibiotics, lozenges and other medicine, and crash. I hope you all feel better than I do. I feel like a right mess, both in my mind and body.
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