a phone call from a doctor, and a chocolate shake at the icecream, chicken, and rib place that my dad loves so much, and looking at used cars have calmed me down.
apparently it's not as serious as previously thought. as in, not fatal, probably. something about thyroid heart explosions or something, not as likely as we originally feared.
I have never before felt such guilt and self-hatred for missing a dentist appointment.
also, strike what I said. talk to me. or at least, send me email or comments. not sure I can deal with voices at the moment.
(some sick selfish part of me had the instinct to run away. nashville, amherst, new orleans, didn't care. just couldn't stand to watch someone so important be so upset. thought maybe things would even go smoother if we bailed out now. but no. I can't.)
Posted by samantha at July 21, 2004 07:47 PM