Good thing, if that’s all you get to see.
I hope the laundry went well. I’m still trying to get all the Youth up. James and Frank haven’t been seen.
The yellow eyes look clear and bright, so at least I know he’s past the relapse, or whatever it was that had him off his feed for those three days. And yes, if that’s all I get to see, it’s enough to know he’s here.
The laundry is waiting to be hung up, but I’ll take my next round of pills, first. Seems my days are timed from pill dose to pill dose, and I only eat whatever I need to buffer them.
Back from the procedure. It was too painful for me to finish, but I’ll have to go back and get the rest of it done. It was so bad that it was affecting both arms, so I had to beg him to quit.
I’m not a coward, but I am a chicken! It was just too much all at once. I see Rachel for a follow-up next week, and will try to reschedule the rest of the injection. It had just been left for so long, that the damage was worse than I thought.
I really want to go to Dairy Queen and get a hot lava fudge sundae, or whatever chocolate decadence they’re selling right now.