--helpful pharmacist had my refill ready a couple weeks ago, which was a couple weeks before i actually needed it since i started late
--lost it? accidentally threw it out?
--part of what it's for is my memory issues
--feels v. much like needing your glasses to find your glasses
Healthy? Have an unknown virus/infection.
Recovered? Have some strep that tests negative repeatedly so you go days without treatment.
Getting treatment? Have this itchy rash all over your body.
This flesh truly is a prison. ๐
So we put the cat bed on my night stand because Rootbeer liked to perch up there and we figured it would be her new comfy perch
but now she sleeps there every night instead of being wrapped around my head like a beanie
and I just feel like I robbed myself a little yknow
I feel like we have two choices:
-I could tell you the truth about that mysterious item given to you as a child that represents your destiny and explains the plot
-or I could just kinda shrug my shoulder and offer a crooked smile
Only one of these options gets you a trilogy.
Rootbeer is such a worried baby all the time,
like whenever I shower she screams outside the curtain until I return alive from the scary rain,
and when I floss she puts her paw on me and screams with concern. Like "hooman you will choke on the string, I know for I have done it."
Take me back to my early 20s when I took 0% care of myself and felt 100% fine.
Either so I can re-live it,
or punch myself in the fact for being such an asshole to my future self.