it burns... a lot. am contemplating whether or no to ring the hospital and ask if i could still get it stictched... i dunno... argh. i don't think they can. edges and sof and yucke.d oh dar.
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
I slipped big time. This afternoon I get to go and explain to my friend what happened ..... this particular friend has put me in the local psych ward before so I'm a little nervous. I know that what I did was .... wrong (I guess that's the word) ... I didn't want to do it. But what's done is done.
Does anyone mind if I just sit in the corner and cry for a bit?? I need to regain a little strength *before* I go and "let the cat out of the bag". Please ??
She shouts, she screams, she smashes your dreams . . .
Would you mind if I killed you? Would you mind if I tried to?
'Cause you have turned into my worst enemy,
You carry hate that I don't feel: It's over now WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
* Proud Plumeria Sister * My Support Thread * I got lei'd in vets *
* My RYL Family: big brother Doikers; little sisters MammaMia & flutterby butterfly *
To me tired is whole body and brain. Or sometimes one and not the other. Tired is my system saying go to sleep.
Jeff, if you are my daughter's uncle, does that make you my brother? At 5'3" (and if you want to know how many pounds, send a PM,) I may be a short stuff, but honest my shoulders are broad and strong. Do me a favor, and don't pound on my shoulders, but if you need a shoulder to cry on, your big sis is here.
I had a bit of a screaming fit up in the dirt road among the sequoia trees. Exhaustion. My frustration with my hearing problem, which is right in the range of human voices. Besides, trying to get my husband to remember to do the few things that will help me. Get my attention first, face towards me. Enunciate a bit. I don't want to miss what people are saying or have to ask them to repeat it.
And more memories, but those will go in my other thread.
The sequoias are beautiful. The mountains and cliffs and canyons are awesome. Driving through the crop lands is nice too, pistachios, oranges, cherries, olives, corn, and cotton that we recognized.
If a cow is hamburger on the hoof, cotton is a t-shirt on the vine. No, this is not a new thought.
My husband is my best friend.
In forgiving others, we are not exonerating them. They may not deserve exoneration. Rather, in forgiving others we are giving up our anger over the fact that what happened is not what "should" have happened or that our life is not the way it "should" have been.
me? tired. fed up. want to see my psych so i can just collapse somewhere and not have to pretend. just for that one hour a week i can be myself and be safe.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break
that its heart may stand in the sun,
so must you know pain.
There are only two ways in which one can live their life. One is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is.
In forgiving others, we are not exonerating them. They may not deserve exoneration. Rather, in forgiving others we are giving up our anger over the fact that what happened is not what "should" have happened or that our life is not the way it "should" have been.