Crying

For the past two weeks or so, I have been crying. I don't know what  I did to deserve this. Today, I stayed in bed all day long with a box of tissues. I wasn't sleeping, just staring up at the ceiling. My cell did not ring all day, and that's a godsend.

In between these sessions, I have managed to do laundry. I also clean up the commode. Oy vey.

I don't know what tomorrow's gonna throw at me. Oh yeah, I haven't been eating less food and drinking water. I feel as if I've lost some pounds, but I won't find out until I go to the clinic. Moi, would not allow a scale in the house.

Think of me.

Chiflado