Feb 10, 2011 21:41
Timmy's really sick. His lungs are over twice the size they should be, and Dr. Brown suspects that he may have congestive heart failure as well.
I feel like this is my fault. We spent $395 for a checkup, x-ray and medication today, but I don't care. I don't want him to suffer like some of the other ones did. I just wish that I could talk to Brandon about this.
On the plus side, though, I've been talking to Claudia, and she signed me up for an anxiety group that starts in April, and a psychologist who does CBT, and is apparently one of the best in Ottawa. After I do this, I'm going to sign up for adult high school. So this is basically my last semester "off" before I return to school. I'm excited and terrified. I don't know what I am, exactly. I'm really hoping this goes well, though. I want to be able to come home and show my dad that I got a 94 on my first test, and tell Brandon that I've finally gone back to school. I want to make them proud of me. I want to give them the daughter and the girlfriend and the sister and the friend that they've been missing out on for the last four or five years.
dad,
timmy,
life,
mom,
rats,
cognitive behavioral therapy,
family,
michael,
brandon,
anxiety,
therapy,
depressed,
school