12/15/21

I went for a walk this morning. The sunshine warmed my skin, the temperature was pleasant. I left Ethan back at the apartment to do his college work that he is behind on.

I did a mile loop that hugged Edgecomb park. It is a neat little park close by that features a playground, swimming pool, tennis and basketball courts and a green space for people to enjoy.

I started getting warm and took my jacket off. I rounded the corner and locked eyes with an older man with an odd look on his face. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and looked down. There was a feeble baby rat, about the size of my hand, hobbling slowly coming towards me. NOPE!

I immediately felt chunks rising in my esophagus. I pulled my mask off and bent over to brace myself with my hands on my thighs read to vomit. I HATE mice, rats and chipmunks. Just the wild ones. They are the ones that carry disease and will attack you, and eat your eyeballs. I know that doesn’t sound logical and I haven’t been able to shake this irrational fear.

The man started laughing at me as the saliva collected in my mouth. 

“Is that your pet?” He asked in a cute broken English accent.

I was now dry heaving and in between pants, answered “no Sir!”, then spit out the excess saliva built up in my mouth. As I was dry heaving I could hear the noise bouncing off the buildings.

“I thought you were taking it for a walk.” He said still laughing at me. I didn’t even mind him laughing at me because I know my actions are ridicules.

I didn’t vomit. But my stitches were a little sore from the dry heaving. No to mention I looked like an idiot.

I then took a picture of the monster that almost ate my eyeballs to make me blind. I sent it to Ethan because he has been wanting to see a rat.

Ethan is picking away at his college assignments. He is frustrated because he won’t actually get a break over Christmas as he will be trying to catch up on his work. Mix that with his progressive hate for daily injections and he was grumpy.

We both had a rough afternoon because I was frustrated with his attitude and he was frustrated with life. We took a breather from each other for a bit. We then had a good chat and aired our feelings. Afterward, we got dinner and ice cream for dessert.

We are one day closer to coming home.