The whole time I’ve lived in the trome, I’ve thought of how hard it would be to be sick in there. Turns out, it’s not so bad. I was sick Friday and locked myself in there all day. Sitting in the sun and with a space heater, I got the temperature up to 80, buried myself in flannel sheets, homemade quilts, and a down comforter. It was a relief to my aching, feverish body.
I could lay and sleep and watch iPad tv on the other bed. And then I was healed.