8 Days
So Stuart’s plane is supposed to be landing at this very minute in Calgary. I just dropped him off at the airport in Comox a couple hours ago. I tried so hard to be in a good mood… I mean he’s off to see a bunch of family he hasn’t seen in quite a while. And I do have the apartment to myself for a week, which will be nice.
But at the same time I’m gonna miss him. And I know this is selfish, but I need him to. I’m so weak right now. He bugs me that I don’t let him help me enough… I don’t think he’s realized just how much he does help me. I can’t wash my hair or even remove my bra right now because of the serious pain in my shoulders. This is going to be a rough week. ‘Course I didn’t tell him that, why make him feel bad about leaving? He shouldn’t… he should go and have fun.
I feel so bad for feeling like this but I’m really worried about getting through this next week. I don’t know how I’m going to manage. Fuck I hate being sick.
