Still 12,489 Days Alive
I really just feel frayed as a broken rope.
Due to a misunderstanding on my part, I was not there to take Nan to the hospital, where she is now. I was told partial information and didn’t understand the severity of the situation.
But now, I’m back in Allergy City, where thankful the dog I am allergic to is mildly keeping his distance and staring mournfully out the window for his owner. Huskies are so dramatic. Being back at Nan’s isn’t so bad. I’m just sneezing and itchy already. I’ll deal, just like I did before.
Bonus level of bs: I still don’t have Lyrica, never got the chance to ask Steph for help, forgot my damned reader tablet at the house, and somehow only packed two pairs of underwear.
Seriously, it was a wonder I didn’t drive into oncoming traffic on the highway on my way over.
I’m so frazzled.
I just want it to stop goddamnit.
I’m so done.
Take your meds, folks.