things could certainly be worse
Firstly, thanks to everyone who commented on my last post. Makes me feel good knowing people care.
Things are not so dire as I first thought. Turns out my mom's cancer scare is not nearly so bad as it could be. She's going to have a mastectomy Monday, no chemo (!!), and she should be fine. So yay. And someone at the playschool I work at took that scrappy little stray cat I was so worried about. And it turns out the this woman my sis works with has a full-blooded Russian Blue cat she's giving away! I'm bringing her home on Thursday. So yeah...things aren't nearly as bad as I first thought.
I was watching this documentary with my boyfriend yesterday about Gator Mark Rogowski...the pro skateboarder from the 80's that raped and killed his ex-girlfriend's best friend in 1991. It's sick and disturbing the stuff he did to her. Anyway, they mentioned that he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. My boyfriend turns to me and laughs, as if somehow that's funny. Later we were talking about it, and I said something to the effect of "Well, at least I don't have it as bad as he does." And he said that he thinks if I was untreated, like Gator was, that I would be capable of doing something like that. Gee...thanks for the big vote of confidence. Sad thing is, I think he's probably right. When I was first diagnosed and we still hadn't gotten my meds right, I stabbed him with a steak knife. It wasn't that bad, I mean, he didn't need stitches or anything. But it's scary to think how out of control you can be without even realizing it. I feel kind of sorry for Gator. Not to minimalize what he did, because it was awful and criminal, but there but for the grace of god go I, you know?
Things are not so dire as I first thought. Turns out my mom's cancer scare is not nearly so bad as it could be. She's going to have a mastectomy Monday, no chemo (!!), and she should be fine. So yay. And someone at the playschool I work at took that scrappy little stray cat I was so worried about. And it turns out the this woman my sis works with has a full-blooded Russian Blue cat she's giving away! I'm bringing her home on Thursday. So yeah...things aren't nearly as bad as I first thought.
I was watching this documentary with my boyfriend yesterday about Gator Mark Rogowski...the pro skateboarder from the 80's that raped and killed his ex-girlfriend's best friend in 1991. It's sick and disturbing the stuff he did to her. Anyway, they mentioned that he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. My boyfriend turns to me and laughs, as if somehow that's funny. Later we were talking about it, and I said something to the effect of "Well, at least I don't have it as bad as he does." And he said that he thinks if I was untreated, like Gator was, that I would be capable of doing something like that. Gee...thanks for the big vote of confidence. Sad thing is, I think he's probably right. When I was first diagnosed and we still hadn't gotten my meds right, I stabbed him with a steak knife. It wasn't that bad, I mean, he didn't need stitches or anything. But it's scary to think how out of control you can be without even realizing it. I feel kind of sorry for Gator. Not to minimalize what he did, because it was awful and criminal, but there but for the grace of god go I, you know?