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Oh my GOD, CAPTAIN TRIPPS!!!

Don't breathe on me, you sick people!

Okay, actually, I'm really scared of this. Not just because I've read The Stand, but because since about 2 years ago, I've become very aware of the reality of my own and my loved ones' mortalities, and it seems entirely plausible to me that my 66-year-old father, or asthmatic mother, or someone else I love with a weak immune system, lungs or heart, could get the flu and die.

Also, yesterday something terrifying happened, in which my father and I finished watching his favourite movie, I puttered around getting ready for school, and suddenly out of nowhere he was struck by an unprecedented (at least in my experience with him) attack of aphasia. Scared the holy crap out of me. It was like talking to a stroke victim. He lost his words. He had never lost his words before, far as I knew. I called my mom up in a panic and she had to talk to him and then comfort me. Apparently this has happened before. Well, no one told me about it. It scared the fucking holy crap out of me. So, therefore, I need my dad to get a CAT scan right this second, and I also need him to stay inside and away from all sick people.

Whew, panic attack, this is nice. Why all the panic attacks lately? Am I going insane? I was so stable. Ha ha. Well, but really, I was.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:51 PM | shower me with attention