Warning: emotional Julie rantings to follow... please don't worry about me
I have an irrational fear of doctors because I associate them when Mom was sick. It's not that I blame them; it's that everytime there was a doctor's appointment she came home with bad news.
PapPap is getting worse. We won't have him for too much longer. I wonder what happens if I have to go to a funeral during finals.
Dad, Jeremy and Jessica are coming up for Parents' Weekend. That will be nice, as will meeting Dan's parents. But I'm missing a parent. I wish she had been able to make it up last year.
Mother's Day flute choir is playing at the nursing home. Maybe good, maybe not, as that day I think I'll just want to curl up in a ball and forget about the world. Last year Mother's Day I called home and talked to Mom. She couldn't talk back.
My cough is finally getting a little better. I'm not coughing so hard that I cry anymore.
I feel guilty for leaving Dad home alone this summer, but I just can't take being there, probably spending my time in a meaningless job. I can't take being home for my birthday.
I am entirely incapable of standing up for myself. It takes a lot for me to tell someone when something's bothering me, even when I feel personally attacked.
Some days I wondering if I'm really getting better at all.
PapPap is getting worse. We won't have him for too much longer. I wonder what happens if I have to go to a funeral during finals.
Dad, Jeremy and Jessica are coming up for Parents' Weekend. That will be nice, as will meeting Dan's parents. But I'm missing a parent. I wish she had been able to make it up last year.
Mother's Day flute choir is playing at the nursing home. Maybe good, maybe not, as that day I think I'll just want to curl up in a ball and forget about the world. Last year Mother's Day I called home and talked to Mom. She couldn't talk back.
My cough is finally getting a little better. I'm not coughing so hard that I cry anymore.
I feel guilty for leaving Dad home alone this summer, but I just can't take being there, probably spending my time in a meaningless job. I can't take being home for my birthday.
I am entirely incapable of standing up for myself. It takes a lot for me to tell someone when something's bothering me, even when I feel personally attacked.
Some days I wondering if I'm really getting better at all.