A Dose of Pessimism
Sleeping to dream about you/and I'm so damn tired/of having to live without you/but I don't mind...
Anyone who can tell me where the above lyrics come from will automatically win my undying respect. If you have it already, you'll win some more of it.
It's been a rough few days. I'm feeling overtly testy and I can't seem to shake it. I'm hoping it's hormone related. At any rate, I've definitely had my fair share of things to aggravate the problem. Yesterday I had to go with a hispanic lady to a doctor appointment in Morristown for a work injury. Not only did I have to do this during my lunch break, but she was 30 minutes late showing up. Then I had to watch the doctor examine her bloody, broken, nail-less finger and take out two stitches from her nail bed. Actually I did as little watching as possible, but it was still gross. This was all after having to ask for help from the office translator at the clinic because I took one look at the forms I had to fill out for the lady and knew I was in over my head. The whole thing was just discouraging.
Talking to Byron later didn't help. It turns out that I'll be driving to Birmingham when we go next weekend. That's fine. The rest of the conversation wasn't so fine. He's going to Mississippi for a month to do disaster relief, and then he's going to Brazil. The Brazil trip was supposed to last a month, too. But now he's saying he's going to stay longer. I made some smart aleck remark about it and he responded characteristically, but we're okay. He knows my annoyance stems mostly from the fact that I'll miss him. I hate his inability to put down roots. Most of all I hate caring. I hate that it matters to me where he is.
And I hate not being able to go with him.
I say that last part because it has become increasingly clear to me that he can't stay anywhere long. He just can't. And nothing can hold him in a place, not even the love of family and friends. Love either has to travel with him or suffer the distance.
Time to go home and grocery shopping. Woo.
Anyone who can tell me where the above lyrics come from will automatically win my undying respect. If you have it already, you'll win some more of it.
It's been a rough few days. I'm feeling overtly testy and I can't seem to shake it. I'm hoping it's hormone related. At any rate, I've definitely had my fair share of things to aggravate the problem. Yesterday I had to go with a hispanic lady to a doctor appointment in Morristown for a work injury. Not only did I have to do this during my lunch break, but she was 30 minutes late showing up. Then I had to watch the doctor examine her bloody, broken, nail-less finger and take out two stitches from her nail bed. Actually I did as little watching as possible, but it was still gross. This was all after having to ask for help from the office translator at the clinic because I took one look at the forms I had to fill out for the lady and knew I was in over my head. The whole thing was just discouraging.
Talking to Byron later didn't help. It turns out that I'll be driving to Birmingham when we go next weekend. That's fine. The rest of the conversation wasn't so fine. He's going to Mississippi for a month to do disaster relief, and then he's going to Brazil. The Brazil trip was supposed to last a month, too. But now he's saying he's going to stay longer. I made some smart aleck remark about it and he responded characteristically, but we're okay. He knows my annoyance stems mostly from the fact that I'll miss him. I hate his inability to put down roots. Most of all I hate caring. I hate that it matters to me where he is.
And I hate not being able to go with him.
I say that last part because it has become increasingly clear to me that he can't stay anywhere long. He just can't. And nothing can hold him in a place, not even the love of family and friends. Love either has to travel with him or suffer the distance.
Time to go home and grocery shopping. Woo.