I guess there are just days like this. Start out so fresh and refreshed and then....... Bad phone call, bad news, disappointing news, not enough good news and then a twist of the old knee and then some more disappointment and the only thing to do is to crawl in the corner and try not to cry.
What I am coming to realize is that it does not get better when a parent dies, the realization of loss is a constant reminder. Each new situation creates a new way to miss a wise counselor. I hate 13ths...
IT STARTED OUT AS A BUMP BECAME 2.5 YEARS OF TREATMENT. SURPRISE RELAPSE AND NOW LONG TERM SIDE-EFFECTS. NO COMPLAINTS, JUST REPORTING.
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