her throat. They have to run another test tomorrow and this particular procedure could cause her to stroke out. Now, I've just about had ENOUGH. Fucking stop it fates, or whomever. I'm not even the one suffering physically, but I am sick of running back and forth to hospitals and hospice homes on a near daily basis. I'm just sick of it all. I'm tired, I'm stressed, my job is hell, and I am just barely hanging on here. Unfortunately, it always seems that trouble loves company and brings all its friends when it comes to visit. Also unfortunately, when bodies start to break down they do it in a cascade so the hits just keep on coming. None of which will make you feel better, but if it counts for anything I'm sending you 1.5 beelyun hugs. Poor baby. Damn, taters . Life can sure suck but it shouldn't be this bloody brutal. I've been through protracted illnesses with both my parents. Dad's was the worst--there was fortnightly racings to ERs around the city in the months leading up to his passing. That shit wrung me out like a 1940s Maytag. So, if you haven't already thought of it: Let the housework slide (I can't abide a dirty kitchen or bathroom but the dusting can go fuck itself, for example) and forgive yourself for it . If you make a meal, make it big enough for leftovers or the freezer. Cheap frozen pizzas dress up nice with a few