My birthday 4/22/1943
Last night I woke and my throat beat as if it were my heart. I swear I watched in the mirror as every thump in my neck made it more swollen. My tonsils feel as though they're touching, but I have no fever. It's not a sick if there's no fever. Instead I'm frightfully cold, only in my fingers and hands. I keep them pressed to my forehead and under my arms. I dress in the uniform they have given me. Dark blue pants and a buttoned shirt. I hang my badge from my neck and the security clearance that comes with it.
For breakfast, I can't eat anything. I don't believe my throat would widen to let any food pass. It's no matter, no need to talk when I'm cleaning.











