few times, they wound up using my throat and that was not fun at all. i’m hoping it won’t come to that.
so, i made a doctor’s appointment. i’m hoping that if i get over this hoop, that maybe i will feel more like a human and less like a sack of rocks. you kind of know when the first thing your husband asks you is “how are you?” that you haven’t been looking well. i do not feel lovely.
i made an appointment for tomorrow and we will sort it out. i don’t have to be happy about it, though.
as a time-travel story, this is not quite it. the story absolutely 