My teeth hurt. No wait. It is my gums.
My gums are sore. Chewing is a killer.
I am pretty sure I have periodontal disease.
I will probably die.
My husband rolls his eyes.
My weight is killing me.
I think I am crushing my lungs when I lay down.
When I eat I can hear my esophagus crying.
My colon is screaming; I might die.
My husband keeps his mouth shut.
My ankles have arthritis.
When I step down it feels like they are broken.
Sometimes it is my right ankle.
Other times my left ankle.
I will probably die.
My husband will be long gone, on to a younger woman.