{{{{{Sean}}}}}
Mounds of ~ma coming to you and S.
Harmony ,'First Date'
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{{{{{Sean}}}}}
Mounds of ~ma coming to you and S.
{{{Sean}}}
Sean, that sounds like a horror movie. I am really sorry that you're both going through this.
{{{Sean}}}
Sean, I'm very sorry to hear that. It's horrific, and I can completely understand your reluctance to leave her alone. Still, though, I am concerned about the impact this is having on you. Is S's mother still there? Why is this falling on you when you broke up two months ago? The more time that passes, the more I worry that you are caught in a horrible limbo that may not break for months. You need to make room for yourself in your life, and you have to find some way to move foreward. And I'm so sorry if this is coming across as unsolicited advice and will do my best to shut up about it after I post this, but I have seen you several times in the past two weeks, and you seem incredibly fragile. I am so worried about you.
:: points @ PixK post and nods ::
{{{{{ SEAN }}}}}
Had a saga getting dinner tonight. well, first, I was supposed to leave the theatre at 5, but it seems that there was only one person there later, so I had to stay through the top of the second show -- 8:30. Ordered some dinner from what I thought was the vietnamese restaurant I liked. I get there, realize that the name is slightly different -- different number in the "Pho" part. Plus, the phone number isn't right. I get on the iphone, figure out the number of the place that I actually ordered from.(turns out that they've moved to a bigger place, and another vietnamese restuarant moved in) I call them, figure out where they are. I get to Hudson Street, can't find the restaurant. Go up to the next block, which is also Hudson Street, find the restaurant. I get to the door and . . . THERE'S A MCCAIN STICKER ON THE DOOR. I was horrified. i considered leaving, but they had my phone number. And I was hungry. I didn't tip though ;)
{{{Sean & S}}} I can't imagine how horrible stressful this has been for you, Sean. You're in my thoughts, and thanks for updating us here.
{Sean & S}. And Kristen is wise on this.
Jesus H Christ, Sean.
What Kristin said, though. I'm gutted for the pair of you, and I can't even imagine how you must be feeling right now - and I'm not saying you should leave her in the lurch, but I do want you to make damn sure that you're giving yourself some you time too. Because the doctors and nurses are there for S 24/7. And I'm not expressing myself well here. I respect and admire the hell out of you for stepping up and being there for her, and I don't mean to take away from that, but I also want to whisk you off to the park, or feed you chicken soup and make you watch DVDs, or something. Which, not so much viable until MM develops that matter transporter, so you make sure YOU do some of that, 'kay?