I choked while wearing my mask last night. Nobody heard. It woke me up. My muscles in my throat misfire and my swallow goes wrong. It's a horribly frightening experience, leaving me feeling utterly alone and helpless. I really feel my vulnerability and my separateness from my husband and a loving attentive family.
Getting right to it, Tina's Twelve Days of Christmas nears it's crescendo: ♫ On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... eleven Trophy Cupcakes, ten Snowman bright lights, nine Fran's dark chocolates, eight Christmas crackers, seven cotton candies, six bags of kisses, five red heart ornaments..........four rein-dogs poopin', three chocolate Santas, two red poinsettias, and a glass pickle to hang in the tree. ♫ I have to share with you, the effort my husband is making. He brought me a few different choices for the eleventh day of Christmas: Eleven candy canes, eleven Lindor truffles, and eleven Trophy Cupcakes. Of course, I cannot possibly eat all of the nummy goodies, so my caregivers are, deservedly, getting tasty holiday treats.
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