All this time, I've felt there's been limited optimism. Now it seems to be on the wain. I don't go anywhere anymore anymore, and I think it's because my body is going to waste. Ken has to keep convincing me I'm not dying, and my mom, who is doing well in her hospital doen's admit to worry. Would be nice to see Lori, but oh well.
I would like to eat. And relax. We'll see. I'll check tomorrow, I guess.
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