the symptoms

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I forgot this morning not to drink the water.

Memory loss?

I was poisoned last night.

I KNOW I was poisoned. And I saved some of the water in a cup.

I drank some, and I'm sick again.

My lips and mouth feel pasty.

I'm having pains all over my body.
Yesterday, they were in my chest and I
was coughing a lot. I was coughing all
night.

My head felt heavy, with a dull pain.
I had chest pains. Now my wrists hurt.

I'm sick again. I can't read or work very well.
But I am out of sick and vacation time, and
the woman upstairs is giving me a hard time
about it.

But they're poisoning me.

You can check my record - before this year,
I only took two or three sick days a year -
at most.

This year, I used them all.

I was poisoned.

And in 2002, I ate some poisoned candy,
and I blacked out for two days.
Poisoned chocolate - little snickers bars, I think.

I remember seeing a creepy Matches ad in the Reader.
I called the number, and a creepy effeminate, 'queeny'
voice went on and on...about 'the tea' and how there
was 'so much chocolate'.

Last December, I got fed up, and they were fucking with
my itunes, and I changed the name to one of the songs
to: "I want my goddamned money!" The next day, I
went to work, and the candy pot - a plastic Halloween
crock, was full of chocolate coins wrapped in gold.

They do this all the time. First it was the candy. Now it
is the water in the coffee machine.

And I don't know - I blacked out, and I drank it again.

I'm having a little trouble functioning mentally. They want me
out of here. They want me to get fired. I am out of sick
time, and they want to hang me with it, or poison me,
or hope I go back to the nuthouse for another round of
blackmail.

You see, in 2002, I got stalked so badly, and on Friday near the
end of July, I e-mailed this lawyer because he might have
some information for me. And I got a response that was creepy
and which appeared to be a veiled death threat.

I told my sister, and she told me I couldn't talk out loud.
She seemed flustered, and she said, "I can't talk to you about this."
And we went for a walk, and she made some phone calls,
and she took me to the hospital that night.

I hadn't slept a good night's sleep in a week or more...and that
was not long after I'd had the two-day blackout.

So, my plan was to tell the hospital that I was suffering from
sleep deprivation. My mother suggested I get my thyroid
checked.

But the woman at the desk did not ask for my symptoms.
She handed me back a form that said: "psychotic".

And that's just what the stalker told me: that I'm "psychotic".

What a coincidence.

I want to tell more, but my lips are numb and I'm feeling sick again.

I need to lie down.

I tried to do my work here as best I could, but they are making
me sick, they tried to kill me, and they are driving me nuts.

I don't know what I am going to do.