Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Wish You Were Beer

Devastation doesn't feel the same when you prepare for it. Mentally I am not hysterical like I thought I would be. I am worse. I am numb.

Jason is being moved to a regular hospital because he is just too much to handle. The doctor is fed up and so are the nurses. They can't control crazy, and that is the main objective here. Control, subdue and cure.

The aggressive behavior can stem from any number of things. He needs testing to secure what it is and effectively treat it. It's the disease. But we have to determine if it's because the disease is on its way out or on its way back up.

I had to tell my boss. The one who has done so much for me already. This amazing boss who put up with me being MIA for nearly 3 months that I need to go back into the trenches. I have such opportunity at my job, but for the 2nd time in my life I am forced to choose between personal and business.

God I need help. As a matter of fact please don't help me with anything. Focus on Jason. Send him every ounce of vibes, spirit and energy you can. The faster he gets better, is the faster I can be better. You can help me by helping him.

Please God?

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