Mal ,'Safe'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Nora, it's natural to feel so many ways at once, especially if it's a longstanding friendship. The thing is, even if she's sick and hurting, you're part of the equation, too, and getting nasty emails hurts no matter what. Don't do anything until you feel you're ready, and in the meantime don't beat yourself up for feeling more than one way about it. It's not a black-and-white situation by a longshot.
Sending lots of health~ma to SA's friend.
Nora, insent in a minute.
Nora, hon, maybe you could type out what the anger ball part of you would REALLY like to say to her right now. Let go of some of that anger by typing it all out and not holding back even a little bit. Act as if you're actually going to send it by re-reading it a few times for flow and content and changing whatever you feel needs changed. And then delete it. Or save it in a What I'd Really Like To Say Right Now folder and delete it next week.
That's what I've had to do in the past in order to move beyond the anger. It usually tends to help.
Oh, and {{{Nora}}}!
{{{SA}}}
{{{Kristin}}}
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Good news: the lovely ergomatic chair I ordered has arrived. YAY!
Bad news: I have to put it together and tehre are no instuctions. BOO!
Worst news: the other admins are giving me stinkeye because I have a new chair. ::whimper::
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Or save it in a What I'd Really Like To Say Right Now folderI have one of those! I make sure that the To: field is empty now though cause I accidentally sent one once.
Of course accidental sending is also how I told my parents that I was moving to Portland.
You'd think I would have learned by now. But, no... The button just looks so clickable and so I click.
Yay! My crap paper is written! Now to pack and get ready to go home.
Off to saddle up for another trip to the nursing home to see my neighbor before she goes for dialysis. Words cannot describe how much I hate going to that awful place. It's not a good place for me to bring my imagination.
However, I am being a good friend, if somewhat unwillingly. I'm bringing things like puzzle books, paperclips, the bills and stamps, etc. I brush her hair for her and promise when she's on her feet again, we'll take her out to eat.
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