Someone wanted to eat a big normal breakfast this morning and what a relief. After almost three days of not eating, I was happy to hear KC’s whines for food this morning. On Tuesday night we took him to the doctor. The doctor gave him an IV, and I had to listen to him cry… Continue reading Getting better…
Last post I told you that KC was sick. This morning he was still sick. He got excited about the prospect of food as he loves to eat but then didn’t eat anything for breakfast. I left it in this house and went off to Company H. Tomoe isn’t here as he’s off getting married,… Continue reading KC is sick…
Yesterday Yumiko was lamenting that she couldn’t have sex whenever she wanted (though I disagree as she’s very popular when we’re out). She could probably wear a sign that said “SEX?” and get multiple offers. Unfortunately, I cannot have sex whenever I want either which is maybe worse because I’m married and she’s not. Back… Continue reading Sex, sick, and a house…
I’m thisclose to having a mental breakdown. First of all, I am hosting this party for Thanksgiving, and I can’t seem to get straight answers from people about whether they can come or not. I’m trying to get things planned like how many people to expect and who is bringing what. I’m also expecting people… Continue reading Advice seeking once again…
I’m lying in bed just waiting for my alarm. It’s been raining so Small Lady can’t go for her AM walk anyway. Last night I got almost 8 hours of sleep. Progress. This morning I have a headache but at least I slept. I’m too old for this kind of foolish behavior. In addition to… Continue reading But I feel so alone…
I’m currently lying in bed after a nap. Small Lady and KC had naps too, so it wasn’t all bad I guess. It’s my day off, and since it’s Demande’s day off too (from me) until a yet to be determined time, I get to do whatever the fuck I want again on Mondays. Yesterday… Continue reading Mental health: poor…
My anxiety attack yesterday in regards to losing Demande’s friendship once again might have been a bit premature. Since he refused to talk to me on the phone yesterday, I wrote a fucking paragraph explaining that I was sick and that’s why I was sniffling. I was definitely not crying. He apologized stating he had… Continue reading Still cold but warm but cold…
