Posted in Journal, Life, rape, suicide, the medical profession, tagged converter boxes, depression, garden, gynecologist, HEAP, landlord, making phone calls, mutilation, oncologist, ovarian cyst, Pap test, patient dumping, rape, rent, second opinion, Social Security, spring, suicide, surgery, the medical profession, utility bills, vulva, waiting on 30 March, 2008 | No Comments »
30 March 2008
It seems like all I am doing lately is waiting. It’s like the world has slowed and stopped, and nothing is moving forward. I am waiting, but what am I waiting for?
When I was a teenager, I wrote a short poem that said something about waiting for spring, for life and [...]
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Posted in Journal, Life, rape, suicide, the medical profession, tagged bitterness, burglaries, cancer support chat, COPD, cruelty, gynecologist, insurance, Internet, osteoporosis, poverty, precancerous, rape, rheumatologist, suicidal thoughts, the medical profession, VIN on 11 March, 2008 | 1 Comment »
11 March 2008
Is it any wonder that I fail to trust in the good things happening to me, when each time a tiny tendril of goodness peeks out from the shade, it is brutally crushed by some cruel bastard’s big boot?
My friend comes to visit, I find out I have friends on the Internet, all [...]
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Posted in Journal, Life, Love, cats, the medical profession, tagged animal abuse, bus, cars, cats, copays, depression, driving, friends, friendships, home energy assistance, Humane Society, insurance, Internet, kindness, litterboxes, loneliness, medical profession, poverty, rape, Reclast, Red Lobster, rheumatologist, voting on 4 March, 2008 | No Comments »
4 March 2008
It’s raining again. A cold rain, slicing to the bone. Every Tuesday, every Friday, for weeks now it has been rain or snow. It chills me, entices me to lay down and sleep, forgetting the pain and fear in my life right now.
I thought I was going to have to [...]
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