I think I’m about to go to the “clinic” and pick up my test results—the HIV test I took all but a month ago, that I haven’t returned to receive the results. I don’t wanna go. I’m worried. My body’s been feeling a little fatigued lately…hopefully it’s due to early mornings and late evenings…and the weather. But I’ll see. We’ll see. I just told RomiE I was headed on the road to “Knowing”, I'm going to the clinic, I said—asked him to pray until I call with a response. ***ken sighs**He's been wanting me to go.
Well, keep your fingers crossed. I’m crossing my eyes, my ears, and toes, for that matter.
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And I did pray; I prayed while I was on the phone and while I was typing, I prayed that my husband was okay. And you know what happened...He was negative!!! I never doubted it. Halleuja (is that how you spell that?). Love you Almond Milk.
Ken will never die....he's like Cher and Diana Ross....and roaches.
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