No matter how good Damonito is doing there is always this underlying knowledge that he is not doing well. He has good days and bad days. Some good days are really good but the bad days are awful.
Damonito spiked a fever that hung on because of some underlying infection. Grand mal. Grand mal. He landed in the hospital. Every single day is a struggle. No one ever gets a break. You can never let your guard down. You have to constantly be on the look out. Constantly thinking.
You have to know what is going to happen before it happens. You have to breathe through your eyelids. You have to be so familiar with everything that when a hair is out of place you see it immediately. It's not something you can ever turn off. It's your life.
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