trois, day 3 etc

I am bleeding to death which has made this whole accomplish something task a bit harder to bear as of late. I don't want to give myself too much space to fuck off but I do--bleeding to the level I am in unpleasant. To stand there and feel a whoosh and be afraid you are about to have buckets of blood explode down your leg? Not fucking fun at all. But not really much of an inconvenience compared to much that a lot of people are having to endure as citizens of this dumpster fire of a country.

Yesterday I did spend some time passed out in bed during a pretty lovely afternoon but sometimes sunny day naps are what's on the menu. I felt a slight better but I can admit my body is almost breaking down right now. I am thinner than most people because food to me is no comfort. Comfort would be Don coming home, but that's still a few weeks out. So I will resign myself to absolute discomfort physically and emotionally until he does return. I am basically half starving to death most days. Sure there are easy solutions, usually a pound of ...