Last night I almost died. I felt death’s cold hand on my shoulder.
The Masshole and I were on the couch together. I felt my fever growing as I got colder (still confuses me). Before the hallucinations and delusions started, I had to tell the Masshole how I wanted her to carry on without me.
Baby, look at me.
Aww babe (laughing).
No, I am. *deep breath* I want you to take the money in my nightstand. Keep it. All of it. It’s yours. Buy a kitty tower. With the leftover money, I want you to play Pebble Beach.
Who will I play with?
Yourself. I don’t have enough money to pay for a friend. But I want you to take my clubs out there with you. Like the rider-less bicycle. But this will be the player-less clubs.
That’s the saddest thing ever (she laughs as she walks away from me).
I know. Baby, then I want you to spread my ashes on the course.
I think I am finally coming out of the worst part (fingers crossed no more 102+ fever) although I am light-headed as fuck. A side effect of the antibiotics and the pressure from the sinus infection. I can’t go through another night like last night.