Tuesday, I am being targeted.
No escaping. I have to walk out of the house, and prepare for a sharp attack. I can recover.
Going through the ritual is scary. Just to know that once I walk out of this house on Tuesday, September 8th. I am at their mercy. It’s scary but, I’m not going to display that side of me to them. Thats what’s best for my peace of mind.
They have a reputation with knives. Big ones, and small ones. Who does this to someone?
It’s okay, I’ll walk out of this house a man, and come back as a broken man but, at least a man. I can do that!
The medical community has decided I’m best under their operative care. They’re thinking if they can re-route some of the indoor plumbing, my kidneys may function within normal limits, again.
I’m going to bring a can of kidney beans with me as replacement parts. My jaded sense of humor. Yes, I’m serious.