one ovary

Veronica gets that i am sick after I went to the hospital. I get the feeling she thinks I am not trying hard enough to get better.

After refusing to join her in the reconstructed couch-turned-helicopter, she determined that my treatment needed to be kicked up a notch.

 

“You need a bandaid. You need TWO bandaids”

we put a bandaid on each hand.
“Now you are all better!”

“I’m sorry Veronica, I have to keep sitting. I can’t be your helicopter co-pilot”

She doesn’t think I’m committed to the recovery process.

 

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