No one wants to be poisoned one day before Christmas, I guess. That should allow for a speedy treatment. Maybe instead of arriving home around 9:30, we can be there by 8? We could watch a movie before going to sleep... Or another episode of the series about the Kennedys, which Warren gave me when he came.
This is my 9th chemical romance. I got a bad cold on Tuesday, which turned my head into a haze on Wednesday night, and put me back on yet another set of antibiotics. The third in two weeks. I am still a bit clogged, but feeling better.
Gabriel is getting ready to spend the whole afternoon surfing the web while he watches me sleep under the heavy blanket of antihistamines. He smiles and has secured an order to rice pudding for my dinner tray. I am so happy to be with him and see his curly head, as he plays away the hours here. He gives me a reason to feel happy, and laugh and smile every day, even when I am weak and down.
Nr. 9 will be over tonight.
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