I was just reading in the paper about a woman that swallowed a diamond ring. It reminded me of the time when I was about seven years old, I took my little brother’s ring and put it on my little finger while lying on my back on the floor. I put my finger in my mouth and the ring slid down my throat.
I had to poo on a newspaper for three days, but I finally got the ring, washed it, but it never went in my mouth again.
Not too many fun things happen right now, I have just completed radiation treatment and feel miserable. 3-30-93.
All the previous writings were over a year ago.
My hearing is so bad. I miss so much of what is said. My interpretation is worse, like “I didn’t know it was five o’clock” June said.
My interpretation, “I deal like a fadic coch.”