Surprise, Surprise, Surprise
I'm in bed now. Pajama dress on, Femme Pois and Petal and even Ein following to make sure I make it safely. The pain is twisting me up. But I'm here in my bed and I have medication to help ease this bad a spike, luckily. Tomorrow I will see my social worker. Then my therapist. And I'll face the teeth issue. Dentures are a very real possibility. My bad genetics added to my illness and the medications mean that I may finally have a perfect smile. A removable one, but we shall see.
I've been throwing up again. That's bad. That's why a shot should have been administered ages ago. My neighbor has giggling girls hanging out. I'm so tired of being so very sick. I want to go see the Doctor in a wheelchair but can't afford the cost. I called even to see about disabled seats. Chip should come and go with me. How awesome would that be? So very.
Enough babbling. Time to read myself to restful slumber. Mental hugs from imagined loved ones near me. Or is that loved ones imagined near me? Zoe and Chip and Kitty and Carl...and so on. The hugs can pile over me like protective blankets. I can curl up and rest my head nearly in your underarm I'm so curled up next to you. Arms around eachother as we comfort and protect one another. You think the pets around us are pure perfection. As do I.