he called!

He called!

He said that he had a few minutes to himself, so he called me before he remembered that he was mad at me.

It’s gonna be okay, he said to just give it time.

I was laying in bed reading, but not really paying attention to the words, feeling sad and guilty. I took my day meds, opened a Pepsi, and decided to come back out in the living room and futz around with OD again.

Tomorrow I go to see my therapist. At least HE will like my tattoo. He’s been telling me that if I wanted a tattoo on my wrist, then go ahead and do it. (But he also is "pro-Kat", so he usually agrees with anything that I say.) Of course, there was the time that I got really mad at him and told him to shove his clipboard up his ass, but he declined, lol. He’s a good guy. I’ve been seeing him for 5 years now, and he’s seen and heard some things that I would be very embarrassed about if it wasn’t him.

I’m hungry, but don’t really know what I want to eat. I have 7 dozen eggs in the fridge, but after watching K pull that chickie out of the egg, I don’t think the eggs are very appetizing. Yuck. So maybe some cinnamon & sugar toast? Oh yeah, that really sounds good.

Will write a little more later………….

~Kat