Only two more days in Canada. Today my mom wants to go visit a world renowned bagle shop. With my surgery there are good days and bad days... today is not a good day. I'm super sleepy, my staples are bugging me, my tummy is upset. It's just not good. I don't wanna go visit a bagle shop because even if we get there and its amazing, I still wont be able to eat anything and I'll just be sitting there watching my mom eat. I don't want to go. But I don't want her to go by herself and I won't stop her from going to something she never knew she always wanted to go to.
One of my staples came halfway out last night when I was sleeping. I just kinda scooted it back in.
Its crazy how many things you don't notice to be normal when everything is normal. I find myself looking forward to more normal things. Like actually hicupping without feeling like my tummy is about to explode. Or saying things like "one of my staples shimmied out last night"
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