Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Seventy
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Better than yesterday.
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What is different?
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I try to watch my face while I listen to the meeting. But I know there is no hiding it.
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She apologizes for making so much work for me. And just that little bit of acknowlegdment is a relief.
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I drop the carton of food on the floor. Pasta salad everywhere. So symbolic of life right now.
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These walks are good.
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I’m never going to get this done.
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She leans me back in the chair, asks me more questions. Pushes for answers. Tells me that I look worse than I ever have since she’s known me. That my health is not worth it. This time I’m laughing a little on the inside because she is just repeating a conversation I had earlier in the day.
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Wish there was an air tag in that backpack.
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People first.