Sunday, July 12, 2015
from a text message
I send you an email because I’m not sure what else to do. You’re so sick in our bed and I can’t come in there because there’s a high probability that I’ll yell at you or say something dumb like, “wanna go get gelato?” or, “you look like shit!”
The email says:
Just wondering if you need anything? I’m going to CrossFit at 7… Please don’t die when I’m gone
You’re not going to check your email. You’re probably sleeping. You’re probably trying not to barf.
I send another one.
I’m terrible at this. I’m sorry. My Mom used to call my Gran to come when I was sick because she had no idea how to take care of anyone. Not even herself. Too bad my Gran’s dead or I’d see if she could come look after you…