Okay granted, it's slightly longer than one hour. From 1:30 to 3:00 p.m. This is the time we have wait to see Ricky's Dr. His test results are back and I'm on edge. Probably much less than him, but fuck, shit, cunt. I'm allowed to curse. If any moment requires cursing, this would be it.
I hope it's a moment which I'm being overly dramatic. I hope we get into the office and the Dr says to cut back on meat. I hope he's low on Vitamin D. At this point I would love for it to be an STD. But for now, my mind will impatiently tap it's foot and try not to think of the many possible outcomes.
I heart my husband immensely. I will be there for him no matter what. I just hope that "what" is manageable.
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