Dinner itself was not so bad. A bottle of water, a piece of white fish, rice pilaf with vegetables, and then a ridiculous ton of carrot sticks and celery that took forever to chew.
But then there was dessert. A massive piece of carrot cake smothered in frosting. A behemoth beast sent from hell to break me down to nothing. I choked it down in the five minutes I had remaining. I’m feeling numb because of the medicine I took ahead of time on purpose, but I know I’m going to go insane. Oceans and oceans of tears. Wanting to just give up so badly right now. Just flat out give up.
Defeated by dessert. What a way to go. But I guess that’s how this disease works.