Happy for someone's negative biopsy, sad for another's that wasn't.
Tired of bodily fluids, sleepless nights, as*holes and anxiety. Tired of caregiving and families not my own. Tired of memories. Tired of struggling. Tired of being trapped; being scapegoated; of drunkenness, of insult, of fear, of pain. Of being told I'm an as*ole for saying I have no idea of what I *would* choose in 8 years in terms of miniscule pension of which they've pushed to increase it 5 more years anyway, and will with a change in gov't, when it's impossible to forecast the future, would involve losing 1/3, and I don't even know if I'll be dead, or homeless. Tired of being treated like a fool and told I can't count, with my own eyes. Even a horse can count to 10; how about just 'no', vs the 'rules are bent for others - go away' (gladly). All I asked for was honesty. No one does that who holds someone in even minimal regard. Tired of not doing what I knew better; tired of asking to be treated with respect.