sj I hope you can get that down.
I had therapy today (well I have therapy every M/W/F right now) and I realy really didn't want to go. I have to call Will but it has to be tomorrow because I can't do it today.
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sj I hope you can get that down.
I had therapy today (well I have therapy every M/W/F right now) and I realy really didn't want to go. I have to call Will but it has to be tomorrow because I can't do it today.
Went to the doctor for my quarterly checkup. The receptionst who's been there for ages says "So I haven't seen your husband in a while, how is he?" she asked cheerfully. She was gratifyingly shocked when I told her. There really is no good reason why she would know.
Doc's nurse calls me back. As we're headed to the scale she says, "So how is Neil doing?" Two kicks in the teeth for the morning. I thought it was odd that Doc, who looked at us both, didn't know he'd died. I guess he wouldn't gossip about a patient, but this kind of thing seems like it would be useful information about someone who was an active patient. You'd think the regular treating physician and his staff would get notifications of this kind of thing.
They were very kind and apologetic for having brought it up for me, but, still, not a cheerful morning.
I'm sorry Connie, what a rough morning.
I am so sorry, Connie.
It fucking sucks, Connie. Gut punches, every last question. And it poisons the rest of the day. I'm sorry.
Connie, I'm sorry. That had to have been difficult for you.
OK, heading out to lawyer meeting. Wish us legal-ma!
Go kick ass legally!
Go kick ass legally!
Yeah!
Sorry about the rotten morning, Connie.
So much kick legal ass~ma, Strix.
sj, thinking of you and ltc.