Correcting vs fixing or how illness is my racket

I don't think I have ever really distinguished the difference between these two similar sounding activities... so it's time.

As usual, I had to distinguish the difference for myself... the hard way.

I almost didn't make it...

My strength deteriorated to the degree that I was having heart pain and exhaustion from just going from one end of the apartment to the other... So I started to mentally prepare myself to meet my maker, so to say.

The weird stuff was, that Source answered all my "diagnostic" questions with no... not my heart, not my lungs, not this and not that... yet it agreed that I was dying... Weird, right? Continue reading "Correcting vs fixing or how illness is my racket"