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Threns are in a downward spiral again. What fun. My foot hurts like a motherfucker and I'm going to a doctor (whether it's mine or not depends whether he's working on Saturday, which is unlikely) to see if an air cast will help any. It's hard to do anything or go anywhere. I wake up in the morning and my foot aches, I walk and it hurts, and even with the crutches (which have the bonus of giving me blood blisters and bruises in my armpits, yay) it hurts to move after a while. Helping Lydia isn't doing me any good, and I feel so bad about abandoning her this week- I've only been over once. And the less said about my mental and financial states, the better off we'll all be. I'm looking into Jewish and Catholic family services, hoping I can get counseling somewhere on a sliding scale, and tomorrow I call for a packet to apply for the provincial drug program so I won't go broke paying $300 a month on the meds that keep me from killing myself and nominally improve my quality of life.
I think I'm actually going to ask my mom if I can come and visit. Which is normally a Very Bad Thing, but I think I just need to get away for a couple of days and be babied. This crying all the time thing sucks, and I just want someone to take care of me for a while instead of me having to take care of everyone else.
I think I'm actually going to ask my mom if I can come and visit. Which is normally a Very Bad Thing, but I think I just need to get away for a couple of days and be babied. This crying all the time thing sucks, and I just want someone to take care of me for a while instead of me having to take care of everyone else.