Tag Archives: Reds

Sick again, Nana gave me some pills to sleep. Something she takes. It helped, but I woke up in pain. Why must I always get sick?

February 2, 1964, Sick day. God don’t let me be sick this week! Felt sick today. So worried I’ll be too sick to go out with Howard next week. I’ll kill myself if I can’t. I threw up. Stayed in … Continue reading

Posted in diary, memoir | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment