It's weird to not be able to touch my little poonchin. She had a pretty good day yesterday going to work with Daddy, then going to Miss Karen's for some playtime with Maddy and Grace. Then Grammy came to town and picked her up. Last night she played with Daddy and Grammy and had a good old time. I was in bed all but a few hours yesterday, and most of that was not enjoyable awake time. I just SO don't want her to get this, or anyone for that matter. Well, ok, so there are particular few that it wouldn't be so sad to hear they had become afflicted for a few days. Anyway, it's bizarre to sit and watch everyone else do stuff while I can hardly lift the ice chips to my lips. I sit in the recliner while she's across the room playing and tell Mom when she yanks her glasses off. They come to ask me how much food to give her and when she's due for nap. I say hello to Braska from a safe distance but she's too giggly in her jumpy chair to miss me right now. But
There are alot of things I thought I'd be, alot of things I hoped I'd be, and many things others want me to be...but I'm just RK.
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