I guess today was a good day.
I slept two hours so that's an achievement. Woke up at 8am so that I could go to the blood exam. As always, got terrified by the needles and couldn't breathe, but the doc already knows how to deal with it.
I don't remember what happened in the morning-afternoon because of the recent/transitory loss of memory, but at 5 pm I went to another city so that I could have a doctor to check my sight and it was really cool because they put something on my eye (it stung a lot) to make it dilated and I couldn't see anything near me, but everything that was far from me could be seen.
I tried to read while that happened and it was sooo crazy, I almost felt like I was drugged at how weird I was feeling.
Went to the market with my mom, bought cookies and fruits. Went back eating peanuts, came home and ate a box of grapes.
I just said my goodnight wishes to my mom, she's sleeping early because she has a surgery tomorrow and can't eat until morning. I hope and wish everything will be fine and she'll come back even happier.
Now I'm laying on my bed, writing this, preparing everything (put my dog Luna outside the house, take my medicines, taking courage to brush my teeth and thinking of tomorrow's seminary i have to present for college).
I wanna read before I actually go to bed, but I'm scared I'll turn off again and forget the clock is ticking. So... I guess that's all. Sleep well, bubs.
YOU ARE READING
Stupid Boy's Diary (not a fanfiction)
Non-FictionI'm mentally unstable and needed to out my feelings somewhere. You don't even need to read this, it's just a therapeutic public diary. But if you wanna talk to me or comment, feel free to do it.
