Monday I was exhausted,
Because of the dropping iron.
Tuesday one word: menstruation.
Wednesday, I don’t even remember.
And Thursday, oh fuck Thursday.
School lockdown,
Migraine number 1,
Two classes,
And a grade that made me cry.
I am better, I have been giving, working and trying
And this grade, one of few
is none of me.
Moving forward I reapply and push forward.
Hours later, when I break for food,
Power goes out.
And somehow I was hopeful.
Friday I woke.
Unable to sit up,
I vomited in bed.
Vomited so hard and so often,
Everything came out everywhere.
The sound,
The light,
The knocking of the electrician,
It was painful.
I vomited again.
Took it off,
Crawled back to bed.
I slept,
For 24 hours.
But let it be known,
My Ms. Mercy Obsidian
was merciful.
She never got angry that I didn’t feed her.
She waited
purring and keeping me warm.
Which is enough to keep me going.
I can’t in all conscience tap “like”. I do like that you posted this, but I don’t like that you suffered and are suffering it. My heart aches for you. You are dearly loved, Misty. No laggard in you anywhere.
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I understand.🙂🧡 Dave’s card may be a bit late, but it is on the way!
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oh Misty…never be concerned about the business of mailing cards. just text a happy birthday to him and he will be happy as a clam. (are clams happy?) we don’t know but we intend to eat some steamers tomorrow at the ocean.
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I view it as a creative opportunity! Enjoy the clams!
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