Always...

Corporate people always show up at the office when I look my very worst.

Stephen just called to see if I went to work or to the hospital, if that gives you any idea how bad I felt all night. So yeah… not lookin’ too professional today. Lookin’ more like slow death.
The good news, however, is that the endometriosis pain is not as bad today. Good thing, cause last night’s bout was maybe the worst ever.
By 10pm, it was so bad I asked Stephen to stop drinking in case he had to take me to the ER. But, it stayed the same and got no worse, so I toughed it out.
He was really sweet, too. He kept checking on me regularly and brought me grapes and stuff. What a total sweetheart. How did I ever get so lucky?