Wednesday, March 19, 2014
An old friend.
But then something happened. I landed in the hospital myself. And as I laid there hooked up to a thousand monitors after operation number three, I tried to watch you. I did I did. But I just couldn't. Because suddenly those make believe stories, didn't seem so make believe any more. They were my story. And I couldn't watch. Not that I didn't want to. I just couldn't. Especially when the episode dealt with colon anything.
So I broke it off.
But the other night, while sitting by myself I flipped through my DVR looking for something to watch and wouldn't you know, you were there. It was like coming home to an old friend. I flipped you on, and just as old friends do. I picked up on it.
And I discovered something.
Nothing changed. And I loved it. And suddenly I am sitting here re-watching shows that people have already seen. I loved it. Well except everyone was having sex. Which sort of made me groan. Or want to cry. Because clearly that is so not like my life at the moment....
But you know. I will take that....