I can only hold the pen with my fist now, so I have to keep this short.

I'm getting worse, but at least Michael keeps getting better. He went to school today. Grandpa took him in the dog cart in the morning and picked him up again in the afternoon so he wouldn't have to walk far, but he is finally well enough to go to class again. Just in time, because now he has to bring my assignments home for me.

I'm afraid to put this down on paper in case someone reads it, but I have to get it out of my head.

I think I'm cursed.