Something like this (journal entry) turns into this . . .
. . . on the nights I cannot sleep because the adrenaline (from asthma meds) makes my heart race. Now that we know why we've been getting sick so often, I try to roll with the punches. We have toxic mold in our home. It came just before we moved in years ago. All those late night trips to the ER because I couldn't breathe, and having to suck on inhalers and do inhalation treatments at home weren't because of asthma, pollen, or my fault really made me run hot when the test results came back. JC and Simon are ill, too. The brain fogs happen 'cause I'm not getting enough oxygen. Phonelady, I empathize and sympathized.
But, this is what I do when I can't think well enough to write letters.
Thought the markers were to blame as well. They do make me heady, so I tried COPIC. They have less alcohol but their colors aren't as bright. Wonder what he's looking at?
Get it? Hehe.
Not sure why the bleed or why I drew the black line with a marker, so am blaming the fumes from the PRISMACOLOR markers. Since these were meant to be thumbnails (they ran amok) I get a do-over. I do like funny stationery, don't you? So am going to try one more time. No mail today. Didn't feel like driving to the post office, so hope I can make you smile.
Tell me you got it. Please??? And thanks.