My new least favorite thing

I sit looking up at a beaming light. It would hurt my eyes if I were not forced to wear these ridiculous glasses. I keep trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening by looking at the reflection in the doctors glasses, but all I can see is her fixed eyes. There is no indication of feeling, just focus. That makes me nervous. I don't feel pain but the sound of the drill permeates my ears. She should reach my brain soon.

Missed

Today is the first day I have see my husband for more than a few minutes in a week. I missed everything about him. I missed the sarcastic, yet somehow endearing way he talks. When he cracks a joke at the most inappropriate time. I missed the way he smells of whatever materials he was using at work that day. Not simply 'Ron smells like sheet rock today', but throughout the day his scent, his delicious scent, binds with that of his work. He comes home changed, but still the same. Most substantially, I missed the way he looks at me. My entire life, nobody has looked at me the way he does. Almost like he is looking through me. In most cases I can suppress my emotions, put on a happy face, but not for him. If something is wrong, he knows. Sometimes I don't even know there is something wrong until he tells me. Just by looking at my face. Incredible.

First Blog!

Here is my first blog. Ever.