I have to be honest here...I don't have a good feeling (I hope, beg, pray to whatever powers there are, that I am wrong) about the upcoming MRI for my RL Quasi husband (look quasi up if you do not know what it means). I am fucking terrified but I can't show it. I'm supposed to be a cast iron bitch...strong...impenetrable....
I'm not.
My mind is consumed with worry...stress...jesus fucking christ, not another illness...
I can't endure it, once again...or can I??? I DON'T KNOW. I don't fucking know. Hurry up and wait....I FUCKING hate that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We shall see what happens.