Hell week.
Headache that won’t die and the sensation of my uterus being ripped to shreds and no drugs work.
I’m considering googling home hysterectomies. I don’t need the damn thing anyway.
But now I have Bob all to myself for nine days and I’m not sharing him.
And I have cake.
If the Nug doesn’t get to it first.
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