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Ahh I haven't updated in like seven months! Don't know how that happened. I mean, the wifi card on my laptop crapped out so that's definitely been a deterrent, cause writing entries on my phone sucks. But journaling has always been a good release for me so I should commit to doing it more.
So, wow. I guess a lot has happened. My mom came down with a rare autoimmune disease (Hashimoto Encephalopathy) and almost died. She was in the ICU for over three weeks, but she finally started to recover and now she's in a skilled nursing facility and doing much better. Hopefully she'll get to go home in about a week.
Those few weeks she was in the hospital were fucking horrific. I cried buckets every day thinking she was either going to die or was never going to be herself again. Every day I had to go to the hospital and see her unconscious in a hospital bed with a dozen machines hooked up to her...it almost killed me. It's such a relief being able to talk to her again and watch her get stronger in physical therapy when I go to visit. Oh and the facility she's at now is only a five minute drive from my house which is sweeeeet.
Nothing else really seems like a big event next to that, but...there's work I guess. Work sucks. My amazing supervisor Ryan is quitting to go back to school full-time, and I think it's going to have a big impact. He's one of the only people I work with who really hustles and is so damn helpful it's almost obnoxious. I'm afraid I'm going to get stuck in the medication room a lot more when he leaves, which I absolutely hate. I applied for two other jobs this past week (still with the same company but in different settings), hopefully one of them pans out. I gotta get out of residential treatment. Two years is enough.
Then there's boyfriend stuff...I don't know man. Some weeks are great and some weeks really aren't. This is one of the not-so-great weeks. I just wish he would be a little more responsible and self-sufficent, i.e. not rely on me to give him rides to and from work because he's out of money one week before payday and can't even afford to take the bus. Not to mention he expects me to feel bad for him for being ~so broke~ even though he chose to be jobless for five months and spent money frivolously the entire time. Sigh. I know he's four years younger than me, and I didn't have my shit completely together when I was his age either but goddamn. I don't know if I have the patience to support and encourage him through this phase of his life. It's so frustrating and exhausting.
Gonna have a girl's karaoke night with Jamie, Sami and Jenny tonight. That should help improve my mood immensely.
So, wow. I guess a lot has happened. My mom came down with a rare autoimmune disease (Hashimoto Encephalopathy) and almost died. She was in the ICU for over three weeks, but she finally started to recover and now she's in a skilled nursing facility and doing much better. Hopefully she'll get to go home in about a week.
Those few weeks she was in the hospital were fucking horrific. I cried buckets every day thinking she was either going to die or was never going to be herself again. Every day I had to go to the hospital and see her unconscious in a hospital bed with a dozen machines hooked up to her...it almost killed me. It's such a relief being able to talk to her again and watch her get stronger in physical therapy when I go to visit. Oh and the facility she's at now is only a five minute drive from my house which is sweeeeet.
Nothing else really seems like a big event next to that, but...there's work I guess. Work sucks. My amazing supervisor Ryan is quitting to go back to school full-time, and I think it's going to have a big impact. He's one of the only people I work with who really hustles and is so damn helpful it's almost obnoxious. I'm afraid I'm going to get stuck in the medication room a lot more when he leaves, which I absolutely hate. I applied for two other jobs this past week (still with the same company but in different settings), hopefully one of them pans out. I gotta get out of residential treatment. Two years is enough.
Then there's boyfriend stuff...I don't know man. Some weeks are great and some weeks really aren't. This is one of the not-so-great weeks. I just wish he would be a little more responsible and self-sufficent, i.e. not rely on me to give him rides to and from work because he's out of money one week before payday and can't even afford to take the bus. Not to mention he expects me to feel bad for him for being ~so broke~ even though he chose to be jobless for five months and spent money frivolously the entire time. Sigh. I know he's four years younger than me, and I didn't have my shit completely together when I was his age either but goddamn. I don't know if I have the patience to support and encourage him through this phase of his life. It's so frustrating and exhausting.
Gonna have a girl's karaoke night with Jamie, Sami and Jenny tonight. That should help improve my mood immensely.