Yeah. I know. I don’t blame you. I hated writing it.
I hated it hated it all around and I still do.
After a while you start to feel ‘marked’ — stuff like this happens and just keeps on happening.
Then you loose count. Then they get mixed together. Then they get trapped.
And I think that’s what happened to me. They just sorta stacked on top of one another.
I don’t blame you.
It’s real hard to read this stuff when it is about someone you love.
So, I just made this into a good thing.
It’s just a real nasty abscess. Hopefully this one will stay out. I’m sick of carrying the thing.