Of Dilation and Dungeon Crawls

14,449 Days Alive

2 Retinas Called Pretty by the Eye Doctor

My eye doctor is a very strange woman. In our appointment, she told me how her first grandson, born a month ago, is named for Doc Holiday, told me I have a “cute freckle” in both eyes, complimented my “pretty retinas”, and congratulated me on getting me eye pressure lower.

It was a weird morning.

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Of Meat Sauce and Memories

14,369 Days Alive

It’s J and Charles’ ninth wedding anniversary , J’s *mumbles a number because you never tell a lady’s age* birthday, and Mac’s and my second anniversary of dating tomorrow.

I’m stuck on sad. My Papa B isn’t really talking to me. My bio donor is about as communicative as a Philly cheesesteak sandwich unless I reach out repeatedly. And I’m missing Daddy.

Im gonna go snuggle Mac and be sad.

Take your meds, folks.