Last week?

“You were in the hospital a week ago — less than a week ago. You had been knocked out for surgery. You had surgery. You were getting blood transfusions — you’d been leaking blood due to a torn artery. You were getting oxygen because you had low oxygen in your blood. You were getting a potassium drip. Let’s see…what else…? Oh right. You were in a lot of pain. Like a lot of pain.”

Today I finally got up, took a shower, and washed my hair. And combed my hair. I keep wondering why I’m so fucking tired. And then my housemate said to me: see above.

Wherever you go, there’s a vanilla latte in your hand.

And the last of my basil is still alive!

“Mom. Be careful. Back to bed. Are you back to bed? Just stay put now.” Mr. Darcy always is on the lookout.