Sunday, Bloody Sunday in The Casey Diaries

That’s the first thing that comes to my mind when I say or think the word Sunday. I’ve already cooked, did the dishes, made Kool-aid and saved the crock-pot. That thing was about to find a new home in the field next-door. I had made something in it right before I was admitted into the hospital, like the last week of April. And, instead of cleaning it, my BF left it sit. it got fucking disgusting. Like, I was worried that it was about to start growing maggots or something. But, while I was washing my deep sauce/soup pot, I dumped the hot soapy water into the nasty thing and put the lid back on it. I saved the fucker. Right now is about the time that I need to start getting ready to change my antibiotic ball and do my other syringe of antibiotics. I was gonna jump in the water first. Cause it’s almost time for my dog to eat and then we go for an after dinner walk. I’m waiting for the sun to go down a little bit more.
Slowly but surely, things are feeling normal.. I’m moving around way better too.