Another Saturday sitting on the couch. Just about 15 hours. Yet watching a movie and you could not be parted from your beloved. *DING* Check. Scroll. *DING * Check. Scroll. Two hours.
Mid-movie you asked how they had lights in a squatters house and I said "don't you remember what he said 20 minutes ago? " You "no." Maybe you should try being present. Just once.
Had a pre-ok appointment this week. Am feeling really anxious about the procedure, not the biopsy so much. I am sad because I don't trust you. I don't feel safe in your care. Yet I can't tell you any of this.
Fear.
Anxiety.
Lonely.
