I remember when Dante was around maybe ten years old or so. Not too long after his father moved out. He had this thing where he started falling asleep in my bed and would even if i sent him to his bed at some point during the night he would wake up and get into my bed. It was kind of an unspoken thing that he just would do it..because he was either scared or missed me...I am reminded of this because today he came up this evening and I didn't think he would since hes taking all this crazy medication to clear out his system in preparation for the surgery tomorrow. He's taking six pills every four hours - antibiotics to "disinfect" his lower bowels..fleet soda that he has had to take twice today that in and of itself is so incredibly horrible tasting they had to give him something to take for the nausea that is usually caused by taking it. ..and he is as of right now on a clear diet but cannot have anything more to eat after 12 tonight.
Which for those of you that don't know he's been running to the bathroom all afternoon and evening...
He came up and he went and sat on my bed and i was so much reminded of the times he would fall asleep on my bed. Tonight's a difficult evening by anyone's standards...I doubt i will get any sleep...
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