CH 3 Tissue Issues
Did you know that if you use enough tissues you can rub your nose raw? I should buy stock in Kleenex as many as I've used in the past month. They are starting to pile up in little lumpy balls. Tara and Sam have been kind enough to stop by and they have frequently dispersed of piles of tissues, gross as it is. God bless those two. Sam makes me eat, waking me during the day to do so, and Tara helps me to sleep at night on the couch. She sleeps on the floor beside me and holds my hand, knowing I won't even look at our giant, king-sized bed. How can I, knowing the last time I was in it was just before I got out of it to go answer the door to the knock that changed my life? A state trooper, coming to inform me my husband was dead. Oh, God. I need another tissue.