Please excuse Joslynn from today. Possibly yesterday as well. I wasn’t there to see if she needed an excuse yesterday. But as history has been repeating itself. She’ll probably need a few from last week as well. 

This is the doctor, my name is of little importance, seemingly just like hers. More than likely no one will notice in the future, nor did they in her absence. But, my writing this letter of excuse makes her feel better. 

She knows and has insight. She knows he doesn’t want to talk to her. And, she. Keeps waiting. Empty books on overflowing shelves of “I promise, and everything is going to be ok and her favorite, we’ll talk about this Tomorrow.”

She waits like a sick woman, who with every passing moment gets sicker. She’s dying. And she knows it, but he does not care. 

She’s been waiting so long she has forgotten what exactly she is waiting to talk about. But, she’s getting smarter and writing it down. So if she ever does get the opportunity for the crash cart, she won’t relapse and die again. 

So please excuse Joslynn from life today, she is still waiting for answers that she will die waiting for because he doesn’t care to help revive her. 

I can hear the rustling of the pages and an audible sigh. She could be finalizing turning this page. 

Sincerely,

Dr. Brain over her stupid heart