Another really bad day. B/f wants me to come visit him tomorrow, but I swear, I just want to stay in bed and die. I feel awful. Now, I guess, there's enough chemo in my blood that I don't bounce back like I did in the early rounds... I wind up just feeling bad for the rest of the week. It's pitiful.
And I'm almost out of ginger ale.
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Clearly, the appropriate response here is: "No. You come here. And bring ginger ale. A case of it. Or, you could fuck off and die."
But I'm mean like that. Stay home and rest!
i agree with zan. not only does he need to bring ginger ale, but also whatever you feel like eating and a dozen of roses plus a dozen of whatever else your favorite flower is. he needs to also come over and clean the kitty litter, feed and water the cat, do your laundry, rub your feet or whatever else hurts, and whatever else you need done. and if he doesn't comply, "fuck off and die" is totally the appropriate response.
*Sends virtual hugs to Zan and Maude*
love to you. and cupcakes.
i feel helpless, but i still love you.
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