I'm just getting weaker. I should go to the ER. I think I need another bag of red blood cells. I can barely stand long enough to go to the kitchen to get something to eat or drink.

But I just don't want to go back there. Just thinking about it gets me depressed.

As long as I stay on the couch, I feel very comfortable. Possibly, I'll just recover on my own. Not likely, but I just don't care.