10:17pm
March 24, 2013

Fey guarding me. Maybe guarding me so ppl won’t take me to the place that smells like illness and pain and suffering and fear and death all rolled together. Which is surely what a hospital smells like to a cat. I probably smell closer to the really nasty five week admittance for pneumonia and gastroparesis, than I did during my last admittance for gastroparesis alone. (Because I may or may not have aspiration pneumonia but I definitely have a nasty aspiration lung infection. Which reeks almost as bad.) And she worries.
I can’t afford the luxury of worry — too much energy — but I wish she felt better.
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