July 10, 2020

Friday, 5:00 am

Been a while, huh? Sorry, I’m hopelessly bad at this; even Dr. Meyers is getting pissed off with my half-assed attempts to keep a diary. Ha! Do people realize how hard it is to keep a diary? Heck, I’m already forgetting my keys and phone; does he really expect me to keep up with writing a diary? He also wants me to list out what I do everyday… Like, come on! I’m struggling already, and on top of that, he wants me to do what? Ugh. Anyways… Enough with my rant.

I told the doc that I’m still going to follow through with my plans to move out of the country. There, another hint for you. Try to guess where I’m heading next before reading the next entry… I’m sure it’s pretty easy to figure out… Or not. I don’t know.

Anyways, he’s still pissed off at me for trying to move across the map for a year or less, but relented when I promised to continue to receive treatment even when I move to—. Er… Ahem. So, um… I didn’t think he’d be so adamant about my treatment and me staying in the States. Neurologists/ neurosurgeons are notorious for their asshole er, bad bedside manners; I thought he wouldn’t give a damn about what I wanted to do… 

Perhaps it’s because he’s young (maybe mid 30’s, I’m guessing?) and therefore, maybe has more passion? Or, I could just be totally off, and neurologists and neurosurgeons are actually nice and caring? Eh, whatever. As long as that… doctor is willing to help me out with my life plans, I’m good. So yeah, that’s what I’ve been up to. I’m just getting ready to leave this place.

I still haven’t told my parents or friends anything but… I think I’m just gonna wait that out just a bit longer. I’m going to tell them that I am moving, since my mom will have a fit if I don’t. Uch. And… I’ll tell ‘em everything after I come back; hopefully I’ll be ready by then and my illness hasn’t progressed even further.

My boss and co-workers don’t know of my plans yet. I’m going to tell them soon, though, since I’ve been interviewing a ton of patissiers to take over my position. Which is mainly the reason why I haven’t been able to write any diary entries for like, the past month. I need to make sure that someone can make scrumptious cakes for the hotel while I’m gone, don’t I? After all, I am the one who’s in charge of the cakes and pastries!

I’ve been having those chefs bring in a handmade le fraisier. It is my signature dish (as well as the hotel’s), after all. I still haven’t found a pastry chef who can emulate the taste as close as mine or even decorate it like I do. I wish I can find someone soon… 

I’ll leave the recette so you know what I’m talking about, all right? I hope you haven’t been skipping your reviews on them! ...Though, I’ve been pretty bad at writing down all those recipes. Ha… It’s such a pain to handwrite them all. And it’s not like I can rely on you, my future self, to actually read the damned notes from culinary school. Hahaha. Wow, I literally have no faith in myself. Dang, this is so sad.

For now, just know that I probably won’t be able to write anymore than I have for the next week or so (could be more depending on how busy I am, to be honest). You best brace yourself because it’ll be a surprise of a lifetime! 

P.S.: 

Dr. Meyers: Today, I got up, brushed my teeth, used the bathroom, and went to work. The end. We good, now? All right. Take care, doc.

**NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**