So today was hella weird.
Yeah, this past week she cut her self twice. Whatever. That's old hat now. It's never incredibly bad. It's never life-threatening. It's freaky and it will never stop freaking me out. I think it was just Monday when i repeatedly whacked my head against the heavy wooden coffee table as hard as i could. My head still feels... different, somehow.
But today... wtf. We were watching The Office on DVR. I don't know what happened. Suddenly she was terrified. She thought somebody might come in the windows. She thought they might steal her precious T-Rex. It's her most important object, she told me. (She's 36 years old. I don't think i've mentioned that yet.) I explained that they don't fetch as much on the black market as do things like guitars or HDTV sets. Do you think that mattered at all?
I picture the villain(s) dressed in black turtlenecks, like a bad guy's henchmen from Magnum, P.I. or something. And even though our apartment is on the ground floor, i bet they rappelled down the side of the building, used a diamond-tipped glass cutter to cut a perfectly circular hole in the pane so they could reach in and unlatch the window, all stealthy.
Also: i had to bring her ginger ale out and pour it in front of her so she'd be sure i wasn't poisoning her. Great. I even offered to take the first sip.
A dose of lorazepam later and she's better. But if it gets any worse, she'll have to be hospitalized yet again.
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