Really. There's nothing. Mom had a CAT scan today for the blue-making new chemo she'll be given.
Connor's after being sent home from work because he's so ill, and I am going for a nap in 53 minutes. I swear it'll be the best nap EVAR!!!!111111!, but I'm not sure I can wait that long.
Cats are sleeping and shedding around me.
Look. The goal is to write every day. I never promised that the writing would be good, or even coherent.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Self Loathing
Has been at an all time high in the last month.
My mother's health has been shitty, but she seems to be on the mend. I bet Connor could have gone an entire month without finding my mother in a diabetic coma. I know I could have.
I was particularly shitty to the Amazing Juanita, and really fucked shit up in a conversation that lasted, oh, about 10 minutes. She's accepted my apology (see: amazing), but of course I'm harder on myself than anyone else.
I will say this: I've lost 15lbs since January. I wish it were more like 26, but I'll take what I can get.
Summertime and the livin' ain't easy, but it's better than the alternative.
My mother's health has been shitty, but she seems to be on the mend. I bet Connor could have gone an entire month without finding my mother in a diabetic coma. I know I could have.
I was particularly shitty to the Amazing Juanita, and really fucked shit up in a conversation that lasted, oh, about 10 minutes. She's accepted my apology (see: amazing), but of course I'm harder on myself than anyone else.
I will say this: I've lost 15lbs since January. I wish it were more like 26, but I'll take what I can get.
Summertime and the livin' ain't easy, but it's better than the alternative.
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