Home - Tuesday - 11:27 am
I have to do some therapy four times a week. And a little bit of speech therapy once a week. Im doing okay, just tired of seeing these damn people.
All i see is people all day everyday, i just want to sit here watch tv and eat.
I sat in the kitchen at the island with this big ass sandwich i just made. Ham, turkey, pepperoni, and cheese, peppers pickles tomatoes, and all the extra shit. And Thavary big ass bag of plain lays.
Am about to fuck this shit up.
"Do you need help with anything?" The nurse for physical therapy asked
"Nope, thanks see you tomorrow" I said
"Okay, have a good day" she added
"Same" I replied picked up the sandwich
"Mhmm" I said as i bit the sandwich i was in love
Ring ring
"Hello?" I put my phone on speaker
"Just called to see how your doing?" Mom asked
"I am good just eating" I replied
"Good, have you talked to Thai shes not at her salon and I wanted to talk to her"
"Dang ma you act like i want in a coma?" I joked
"Imma put you in another if you dont hush"
"God wouldn't like that" i laughed
"Zanny where she at?"
"She said she had a doctors appointment"
"She went by herself?"
"Yes, i told her I would go but she said to stay and do my physical thing"
"Oh okay, ill try giving her a call again"
"How many times you call?"
"Like four..."
"Ill call her right now" I stated and just hung up
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