When it rains it pours
October 5th...the passing of my mother. It was beyond difficult to handle for me....then the arrangements and the funeral. The few weeks following that have been the hardest as shock starts turning into reality. My stress and grief, not to mention, I'm sure, depression, began making me susceptible to everything.
First a nice cough and cold. I stayed in bed three days to prevent bronchitis which I always get and I was lucky to escape it. Grieving and crying was miserable with a stuffy nose and cough.
But with that finally conquered, on comes the stomach bug. And anyone who has had it knows that at some points you kinda wish the Grimm reaper would show up at your bathroom door and put you out of your misery.
I've learned a few things though the past few days. A dog is a faithful and unconditional friend and will stay with you and protect you til the end. A cat will come in and snuggle up to you nice and warm. Then after nine...count them....nine pets, they will turn on you, bite you and leave. And you can do this over and over again.
I am really having some seriously bad boy Mr Mr withdrawls though
First a nice cough and cold. I stayed in bed three days to prevent bronchitis which I always get and I was lucky to escape it. Grieving and crying was miserable with a stuffy nose and cough.
But with that finally conquered, on comes the stomach bug. And anyone who has had it knows that at some points you kinda wish the Grimm reaper would show up at your bathroom door and put you out of your misery.
I've learned a few things though the past few days. A dog is a faithful and unconditional friend and will stay with you and protect you til the end. A cat will come in and snuggle up to you nice and warm. Then after nine...count them....nine pets, they will turn on you, bite you and leave. And you can do this over and over again.
I am really having some seriously bad boy Mr Mr withdrawls though
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