October 29th, 2006
|10:56 pm - Among everything else...|
Many of you are aware of the myriad commitments I have this month. But to add to the stress, there are a few things that need be expressed quickly:
Please don't fuck with me. I'm liable to either roll over like a lap dog and take it or slap you in the fucking face. For real. Don't mess with me.
- I'm going crazy.
- My Mom may have breast and ovarian cancer. She's going in for a second opinion. Freaking out.
- My Grandma is sick and was just recently released from a nasty hospital stay. She's not doing well.
- My Aunt Donna is going through her fourth (I think) round of chemotherapy and radiation. She has just lost all of her hair.
- I have to move by December 1st.
Current Mood: scared
I am reminded of the phrase "when it rains, it pours". Please let me know if there is anything I can possibly do to help ease the stress you're under. It hasn't been that long ago that I was juggling a million responsibilities and I distinctly remember the feeling of losing your mind every time you wake up. It was really great seeing you Friday night, even if it was only for a little while. I'm always around if you need to vent.
Thanks, Erin. It was nice to see you, too. P.S. I'm amazed at the immediacy in which you read my post.
It's definitely pouring right now. I appreciate your willingness to listen. And though I tend to not lean on people when I'm in this high a stress mode, I will consider calling you when I feel like I am going to pull all of my curls out.
Hey kid, I payed my cell bill so I can talk to people now!
Hope all is well
ps I see your dad at Landmark Diner all the time
I'm glad you have your phone back. Call me.
Do you say hi to my Dad when you see him?
Sending loads of good thoughts and prayers your way. I miss you & you are amazing & strong and I know you will make it through this.
Thanks, Caitlin. I know that you're having a hard time leaving Ireland. I hope that you have a nice goodbye.
|Date:||October 31st, 2006 10:41 am (UTC)|| |
if anyone can make it through everything, it's you.
I'm really sorry that you have to deal with all that though, I can't imagine how tough it must be.
I'm keeping your mum in my thoughts; send her all my best wishes.
Thanks, Gulu. I wish you were here. Or that I were there. Or that things were easier. Or that I could sleep, etc.
|Date:||October 31st, 2006 11:27 am (UTC)|| |