And Then There Were None

Another ridiculous day. Once again, shot delays. Andrew watching me attempt, then fail at stabbing myself, the tears, the near flight cancelation, the desperate appeal to good friends, the tears of gratitude and humility, the sadness of departing husband, the worrying about transcontinental flights, the worry that this is all for naught, the worry that I brought this all on everyone, the anger, the denial, the anger again. Do not try this at home. I fucking hate that I have to be back at that clinic at 8 a.m, I want to get drunk or stoned and just let time pass.