It’s been a tough couple of days for me. On Thursday, I felt tired, and my sense of balance was bad. Mrs. Lion had to help me to the bathroom. I also leaked. Yuck! On Friday, it was worse. My vision was failing. I couldn’t make out anything on the TV (55-inch flatscreen 10 feet from my eyes). My world was dark. I was terrified. I stayed in bed all day except for shakey, leaky trips to the bathroom.
On Saturday, my vision returned. I’m still very unsteady. I’m very worried that something serious is going on. What a bitch! I hesitate to go to the doctor about this. I would probably have to see 20 specialists. Nope, nope. I think my mind is still working. Of course, I’d be the last to find out if it isn’t.
Mrs. Lion is out in the yard reconfiguring our dog run. The pup can escape now that she is big enough to jump over a bench on our little deck. Through all these problems, I’ve remained locked into my cock ring. It probably would have been easier for me to manage without it. I handled it. Mrs. Lion is right to leave it on.
Sex hasn’t been on my mind. I haven’t even wanted food. Now that I feel a little better, I would love some chicken soup. I also want a nice, long hug. My world has gotten much smaller.