For those of you waiting with baited breath for news of whether or not this single girl will even survive long enough to die in Moscow... well, I'm not dead. Yet. I had an adventure at the pharmacy yesterday, when the pharmacist put in two of my prescriptions correctly, and one under "Cheryl," who, by the way, has a birthday completely different than mine. So I had to fight for an hour to get my antibiotics. Which won't help me get better; they just prevent the infection from spreading to my lungs.
The good news is, I am currently fever-free, and can almost swallow solid food. If soup is a solid food. I'm just pissed that, after all this starvation and feverishness, I've not lost more weight. Yes, ok, I'm a little vain. So shoot me.
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