The
Monster.
Puny piece of crap.
Makes itself large when we are at our weakest.
Yeah... I talk like a big shot now that my wife got me a canna-caramel, and I am all vaped .
...put the bad days behind us and look forward to the good days ahead or some shit .
C'mon, MP (
if I may be so familiar)
It is not some shit
The good days are ahead.
The bad ones are also, but the good ones are worth the wait.
I say this from a well medicated and cheerful point of reference, but I might not
have had the strength of heart to say that an hour ago.
Patty was sleeping in this morning.
I woke to get the butter started, and to get the tinctures, and oils all going for the day.
Friday I see the largest number of patients, so I had to get a bunch of ABV muffins made.
MONSTER took me by surprise walking down the hall.
I felt "it's" breath on the back of my neck
the sweat beaded up on my forehead and upper lip, and the shaking started.
It was too late.
All I could do was let myself down to the floor as easy as I could, so my knees would not bang the floor too hard.
Patty needed to sleep and I was determined to face this alone.
I remember crying... and asking questions aloud.
Questions like "why?"
I spoke my words of remorse to nobody in particular.
I swore out loud that I was sorry and that if I could just stand on my own, I "would never do it again".
I do not know what I would not do again... but I swore that I would not repeat the unknown offense against the Universe.
I was gasping for breath... and... heaving.
Buster licked my face.
He tried hard to know what I needed.
He brought me my keys... then my cell phone.. then his leash.
The bedroom door was shut.. I was going to start the muffins without waking my wife.
Through my gasps for breath and heaving, Buster met my gaze for a minute.
He turned and ran down the hall toward the bedroom door.
I wanted to say "No, Buster, let Mother sleep", but nothing rose from my throat but bile.
I heard him bound through the door that was wedged shut, and land on the bed.
...I felt Patty's arms slide under mine, and hoist me to my knees.
A caramel was against my lips, being forced gently past them.
My beloved wife told me to suck on the candy, as I heard her open the door to the vape room.
I sobbed as she grabbed me a portable that was pre-loaded.
She was like a paramedic, instructing me to inhale deeply.
My tears started drying...
I was able to breath....
I felt immense gratitude to the Universe for letting me have a partner as golden as my Patty.
...put the bad days behind us and look forward to the good days ahead........ .
Yeah......
The
Monster.
Puny piece of crap.
Makes itself large when we are at our weakest.
I talk like a big shot now that my wife got me a canna-caramel, and I am all vaped .
went to gp the he says i need surgery on my hand my finger is starting to curl in he said it was tendons im going to wait a while made me think of u @Vicki
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