Happy Tuesday Sir.
I went for a test because I’ve been ignoring the flashing warning signs my body is giving me. Sad truth is I may need surgery but I just can’t afford to be out of work, so for now I’ll just have to deal with it.
Sir has been sick and I feel horrible that I can do nothing to comfort him. Today I find that I’m blah to the stress that I should be going through.
Last night the nightmares returned. I’ve had the same ones since I was a young girl. I never remember them for more than a few minutes, but they are stress related.
Right now I’m just floating, waiting for the shit to hit the fan so to speak. I have this feeling that something big is going to happen and it’s not good.
At 18weeks I wish I could write a nicer more expressive post but I just don’t have it in me. In a perfect world sir and I would be all snuggled together in bed, but the world is not perfect.