Morning 3

Wake up next to a gorgeous man (mine), two yellows. He wakes up, two yellows and a blue. I go to work, one white, maybe two pales and a stiff amber. I come home, two yellows and a blue. He does too, two yellows. But for him, before, a white. This is day 3 of what feels like calm, yet feels like hell. I have no side effects to speak of but that doesn't mean I'm well, either. I have toned up a little but I'm gonna have to force the protein shakes in me, cuz I know it's from loss. I'm also not drinking nearly enough water. And I've found a few opps to jerk off even though I am totally turned off. Doc would have called him yesterday if he saw anything. No news with him is good news but it really helps to hear. Tomorrow is the day we hopefully find out if everything is okay, even though it will be ok.... I haven't talked to our bud. I have actually had no interaction with him prior to, during or after Friday. I suppose that's a good thing. Let's the situation be very pri
vate forthe lot of us while we sort things out in our heads, if needed. I would LOVE a nap. These colors are just blurring.