Tears
I need to put my sadness somewhere, and know it is private. This works.
A wonderful person had some very bad news today. I am not dwelling on his refusal to go to doctors. As awful as that is, by the time he went, it would have been late anyway. But the doctor; the poor excuse of a physician has me so angry I could spit. In fact, if he were in front of me, I would. And my dear friend, the patient's husband, will suffer with him, and may be left alone, in debt, with a house she can't take care of and won't be able to sell, and no one to help her.
And no doubt their spoiled daughter, who has been told nothing so far, will lean on mommy and expect them to pay her air fare to come back and forth, and be more of a burden than a help. But still, I wish they would tell her and give her the chance to grow up and show that she can be an adult.
At least our work community will close in around her. We'll see to it that they have help, and food, and transportation, and people to talk to. But what a horrible, sad, lonely day for them today.
A wonderful person had some very bad news today. I am not dwelling on his refusal to go to doctors. As awful as that is, by the time he went, it would have been late anyway. But the doctor; the poor excuse of a physician has me so angry I could spit. In fact, if he were in front of me, I would. And my dear friend, the patient's husband, will suffer with him, and may be left alone, in debt, with a house she can't take care of and won't be able to sell, and no one to help her.
And no doubt their spoiled daughter, who has been told nothing so far, will lean on mommy and expect them to pay her air fare to come back and forth, and be more of a burden than a help. But still, I wish they would tell her and give her the chance to grow up and show that she can be an adult.
At least our work community will close in around her. We'll see to it that they have help, and food, and transportation, and people to talk to. But what a horrible, sad, lonely day for them today.