Letters to July – Eighth

I’m going to try and blog every day during July as part of Letters to July. It’s probably a bad idea.

Dear July,
I have hypochondria. I try and pretend that it isn’t that bad (which is my primary approach to all mental health issues) but it’s impossible to escape the fact that I spend an awful lot of time worrying that I am going to die.
For quite a while now I have been convinced that I will die as a result of blowing my nose too hard. I blow my nose like an elephant (it’s the only way to get anything done). Apparently (Google says) if you blow your nose too hard you can cause a stroke. So that’s definitely how I’m going to go. RIP Alex, killed by snot.
Today I went to Big W and spent far too long getting photos printed. I bought some cheap white frames and a couple of Sharpies and I DIYed the frames to great effect. This involved spending a good hour or two colouring in with Sharpies which resulted in me (despite my best efforts) inhaling a bunch of fumes. I then spent the remainder of the evening very prepared to have an aneurysm and drop dead at any moment. 
One of the (many) things that I love about boyfriend is the way he laughs at me when I tell him these things. Last night when I said “Can I have a hug? I think I’m going to die of Sharpie fumes.” he wrapped me up and laughed and said “No one ever died of Sharpie fumes.” That helped. He’s pretty ok (more on that tomorrow).
Until then,

Alex x
Letters to July is a project started by Emily Diana Ruth. For more information, click here.

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