Junk
so today has been junk. Training is fucking boring. The facilitator is bland and uninterested. Noooo sense of humor.
My mom wants to quit her job but isn't able to because she needs the insurance. Can't wait for the public marketplace to open so it will be more competitive. She can't walk and she can't really do things very well with her hands.
I am the selfish me me me pity party because I just don't know how to reconcile this side of things. She is starting to decline even further now. Every new symptom makes it seem more real.
I am not normally into escape but I feel a giant bowl coming my way to tonight. I probably need to get some books on the grieving process. I want to scream and curl into a fetal ball at the same time.
My mom has always been tough even if in an oblivious way. It pleases me that she is able to cope. I know im not doing so hot with that.
whine