Phew! I made it through yesterday.
Believe me, I don’t want to feel the way I do each 7th. I continue to look for ways to cope. No matter, I push through it. Really, do I have a choice?I still contend what I deal with each month is rooted at the cellular level. It’s biological. I suppose I could take a heavy-duty Valium. The fog of reality, in some ways, would be blissful. Yet, this would do nothing more than defer the emotions.
I know I let out some venom yesterday. You must believe me when I tell you it was nothing like I had written the day before. I was so angry that I couldn’t see straight. Granted, everything I wrote (and then deleted) was true, but it was only self-serving.
As for the ever-evasive MRI… looks like we are on for next week. It’ll be nice to get this behind us. We’ll need to get Ryan all the way to Baltimore. The logistics are staggering because of the time and distance. Everything must be planned for. Right down to how much water we need to take. I liken it to a NASA mission. Maybe I should take Tang?
Later today we will be on a Skype video-conference with IBRF. This will be a bit more tricky since Sue is in New York on business. I’ll just leave it up to the doctor team to do the 3-way conference. Anyhow, the purpose of the call is to continue refining Ryan’s plan-of-care.
For everyone who has emailed, messaged, texted, etc. me over the past several days… I’m sorry. I have been in such a snit that I really haven’t checked incoming messages. I will do my best to get to them, but it sometimes is overwhelming. Every now and then I just have to accept that I’ll miss some and move on.
Okay. Time to get stripped down to my underwear and light-up a cigar.