DAY 1:
A cancerous spore had grown within my chest. It's veins throbbing and weaving through my ribs and hugging against my lungs.
It's hard to breath and I wheeze with each heavy sigh. I haven't slept in days, at night, I can hear it's mass pushing against my back bones and with each movement there is a thundering crack. I think it's going to kill me. I think I'm going to fucking die. It's going to kill me and I know it.

DAY 2:
It's tendrils have reached farther into my arteries. The sharp and jagged feelers latching onto whatever flesh it can drive itself into. It burns so much, so fucking much. This thing, whatever it is, has driven me to do nothing but suffer and dwell in my bed like a miserable sod. It's even getting harder to get up,