Kait is still gone. I picked her up from her dad's house and took her to breakfast and shopping. We had a good time. I don't think she wanted to go back, but she's trying to stand her ground. I feel very distant from my life. I think that I am dealing with all these emotions by not dealing with them at all. My fibromyalgia is killing me today. I wish all doctors would educate themselves with this disease! My new doctor makes feel like a damn drug addict. Just give me my pain medication and sleeping pills so that we can all move on with MY life! New doctor = start the all over again and do things HIS way. Read my freakin records, idiot. Continue with what works. It's really that easy.
Tomorrow I have two meeting for my charity, Hogs and Heroes Foundation. We are a group of motorcyclists that raise money for the families of fallen heroes, fire, public safety and wounded warriors. I am the events coordinator. Why? I don't know. I'm probably not the most stable person for this job, but I take it on, because I need something to obsess with, and the feeling of giving is nothing I can explain. I don't agree with everything, but I love it. It stresses me, but I love it. That is all.
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