I'm having a really hard time writing today.
I'm feeling very disjointed.
Yesterday, Papi asked me, "Are you nervous about Friday?"
Of course I answered honestly, "Yes."
"Because you seem like you are," he added flippantly.
I didn't know I was giving off heebie, jeebie vibes.
But then, it is me we're talking about. I'm not really good at hiding my feelings.
We had good news from the benefits. Papi gets a private room.
this is good, because nobody will see me force feeding papi vegetables.
I figure I can feed my love anything I want, because he won't be able to do anything about it.
There will be a mini Papi cleanse going on!
I'm on a mission to force feed my love different things that normally he would turn his nose up at.
I have the power.
**enter eeeevil laugh here**
The other good part, is mi esposo is having a positive experience using medicinal cannabis for anxiety.
Well, the inevitable will happen and you will get the munchies. Then we reach for carbs, sugar and salt.
But honestly, when you have the munchies, anything will taste good.
So, in my evilness of health food persuasion, I'll be making sure Papi gets to try new things when those munchies kick in.
See how I did that?
I can distract myself in an instant.
I forgot that tomorrow is the day that mi esposo keeps speaking about as bum-fuck-nowhere doomsday with Dr. Scissorhands.
The only reason I can't completely forget is because Papi keeps talking death talk.
Now that I'm remembering, it's time to distract myself again.
I'm gong to go work on the film score and cook.
healthy yummy treats mwahahahahaha!!!!!!!
And I just donned on me that I'll be in the throws of dressings and a stubborn patient.
Stubborn patient doesn't really even come close to what I'll be dealing with.
So, tomorrow is another change.
But that's what life's about anyway, isn't it?