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Is this where I complain that therapy is hard? Because therapy is FUCKING HARD. I'm traumatized and broken and I don't see a way out of it. And I'm at work now, and all I want to do is go home and cry.
You've been working your way out of this since I met you almost two decades ago. You are one of the bravest people I've ever known. You could have curled up and all but died long ago, lived a shadow of a life - but you've worked and fought and you have art and fun and people who love you.
The fellow from my improv class who had brain cancer is in hospice now.
2016 is like a lab assignment the fucking devil is rushing to finish before it's due on December 31.
The fellow from my improv class who had brain cancer is in hospice now.
He should stay alive just to spite 2016.
smonster, you've been working so hard andi hope you find a way out soon.
I think my boss is an amazing vet, great person and I totally hate working for her. It happens. ND had a lot of god advice and I'll likely call him so he can tell me the same thing And I'll hopefully finally listen to to and make changes.
Feel free to call any time.
Good of the day...I held a bearded dragon at work.
The bad is that it's sick.
But I held it, and then a meal worm and then tried to help feed the worm to the beardy. He spit it out.
Also found out someone thought I was inot my late 20s. I'm torn between...cool...and also now they will think I'm immature.
The other bad...checked email and discovered my replacement phone was returned as Undeliverable. I assumed it would be and I should have given them my brother's address. I emailed the Verizon rep I've been working with and maybe I'll get my replacement phone before Jan.
All kinds of love and good wishes to you, Tom. It is amazing and wonderful to me that you have held on to so much compassion and empathy in the face of what you've been through.
(And Trudy and others probably said it better, but I'll add my voice to the chorus: You're a lovely human being, and I'm very glad you're here.)
Steph, goddamn. I'm so sorry.
I sat down and now I don't want to get up again. Must get up and shower and do all the things. So many things.
Went to doc for 2 week follow up visit. Thought I was feeling better. Walked in with a 102° fever. Doc was concerned by 6 weeks of not getting better. Thought I may be dehydrated, despite all the water I've been drinking. So she sent me to hospital for faster lab work and IV drip. Admitting doc confused by 6 weeks of reoccurring fevers; and wants infectious disease docs to take a look. They aren't available until the morning. So I'm struck in observation section until morning. I think I'm fine. Docs are concerned cause heart rate was high. Was 120 with the fever. Now that the fever is passed, down to 98bpm.
In the mean time. I'm bored. Waiting for IV bag to finish. Watching football. And wondering who choose such an ugly uniform color for Seattle to wear.
Oh. And I didn't bring a charger for my phone. Fun times. I'm ok. No worries. Just bored and annoyed
Ack! I bet if you ask the nurses someone will have a compatible charger. Is there at least wifi? Tasty popsicles?