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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Sunday 11 August 2002 (Day View)
11.08.2002 – Sunday 11 August
- • I didn’t go to bed until half past six in the morning. Then I didn’t wake up until ten to four in the evening. Now my lung hurts. I’m very sick of it hurting. It hurts when I breathe, it’s agonising when I yawn or burp or contract my stomach. It takes quite some time to stabilise after position changes. When I get up out of bed, it hurts for an hour or so until it stabilises, then it is sort of OK until I go back to bed, when the same thing once again happens. It’s raining now, and quite wet outside. The poor dog is all sad.