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- Jul 28, 2011
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I know it's just one of those days, or weeks, but I can't shake it. I just want to give all this up, everything. I don't know what that entails, but I know it feels good to say it.
I couldn't eat today. It's my second week on full-time work, which is temporary, but I need to money so bad, I can't say no. I couldn't even take a bite. I stared at my rice and chicken for 20 minutes before taking a bite and then nearly vomiting, so I had to spit it out. I hate how stupid it feels to say you can't eat. It sounds stupid. I hate it.
I hate that my shoulder is hurting again, nothing makes it better. And working with preschool kids does not go easy on it.
I hate that I can't be the partner I want to be to my honey. He deserves better and takes such good care of me, I feel guilty. Why should he have to go through this with me.
But most of all I hate that I have to go through this. I hate that I don't have my mother to help take care of me. I hate that this does not stop, ever. Not even a hard diagnosis and I can't even cope. I'm weak and awful and it has to be all my fault. Okay, I know it's not, but I just feel like it is today.
Also, I had a flat tire leaving work, so pulled over to inspect it and locked my keys in the car. Brilliant. Now my tramadol is in some grocery store parking lot and I can't get to it until at least tomorrow.
Vent over, I needed that.
Thanks to anyone who reads.
I couldn't eat today. It's my second week on full-time work, which is temporary, but I need to money so bad, I can't say no. I couldn't even take a bite. I stared at my rice and chicken for 20 minutes before taking a bite and then nearly vomiting, so I had to spit it out. I hate how stupid it feels to say you can't eat. It sounds stupid. I hate it.
I hate that my shoulder is hurting again, nothing makes it better. And working with preschool kids does not go easy on it.
I hate that I can't be the partner I want to be to my honey. He deserves better and takes such good care of me, I feel guilty. Why should he have to go through this with me.
But most of all I hate that I have to go through this. I hate that I don't have my mother to help take care of me. I hate that this does not stop, ever. Not even a hard diagnosis and I can't even cope. I'm weak and awful and it has to be all my fault. Okay, I know it's not, but I just feel like it is today.
Also, I had a flat tire leaving work, so pulled over to inspect it and locked my keys in the car. Brilliant. Now my tramadol is in some grocery store parking lot and I can't get to it until at least tomorrow.
Vent over, I needed that.
Thanks to anyone who reads.