I know what you mean--- about a month before my last scheduled appointment, my oncology department called and left a message that I needed to call them back right away. When I did, the receptionist said that they had switched records systems, and in doing so had lost about half the patients' insurance info, so could I give it to them again right away, even though I wasn't due in for a month.
I was not very nice in my response, especially after she told me it wasn't just me, it was a lot of the oncology patients.
Lord, Ginger. Happy fucking New Year.
I had to give my cat away yesterday. My roommate moved out, and I gave my cat to him, since he's in a better position to take care of Jordan. This was a very tough decision, and I still think it's the right one, but it absolutely tore me up yesterday. I was devastated, and had several sobbing jags. The house seems so empty now.
I'm sorry, Sean.
I need a nap. I was social with a group of neighbors yesterday and drank more than usual. Yawn.
I keep seeing (illusory) movement out of the corner of my eye, and expect it to be him slinking through the room.
On the up side, I'm doing a deep cleaning on the house, and for the first time I can remember, the floors are not
instantly
refilling with fur and crumbly little bits of clay.
Oh, Sean. How much love that takes. It's so tough. I am sorry you are going through this.
