334 Days

334 Days till departure 

Let me start off by saying, I am not dying. I am stating that fact not for you, but for me, because I have just spent the last 40 minutes trying to think about something to write, and when I tried to come up with a good writing prompt for myself, I asked myself what I would want to make sure I told you if I knew I was dying. As you know, my imagination and my hypochondria are strong and before I knew what was happening, I was crying. I was crying not because I was going to die (which I am not going to do) but because I couldn’t think of any brilliant words of wisdom to impart. Then I was struck by inspiration and I got all excited to share with you my final piece advice (again, not my final, I am totally alive and well) and I got all excited at how brilliant today’s journal was going to be. I came over to where my computer was and got ready to write when I realized that what I was about to say was 100% ridiculous and 100% not what I would want my last piece of advice to you to be (for the record it had something to do with buying new underwear when the elastic gives out.) This caused me to start laughing at myself which triggered a coughing fit, because I still haven’t been able to get rid of my cough, which then made me start thinking that maybe I had tuberculosis, which could cause me to die, but not really because I have had a TB shot, though maybe it is time for a booster. Which has now got me worried that people are going to start calling me Typhoid Mary. Which I would not like to be called because as you know if I was going to get a new name it would be Sunny. I would keep writing to you tonight but unfortunately I have to go and google if Typhoid and TB are the same, just in case I contract either. 