Something’s not right. I don’t know what it is just yet but something is not right.
I feel like some shit-chick sloshing about in paranoia. and the bloody hormones are not helping. (yeh I blame the hormones, so what??)
I have a week to do a lot of things I’d rather not do.
I want to go to the beach. I miss diving and my fishy friends. I want an hour in the muck shallows with my nudis and baby cowries and tiny shrimp. I want to laze around underwater in that grassy area where the tiny macro shot models hide. The school of yellow fusillier and the jacks in Twin Rocks.
I think my sadness and paranoia is coming from the emptiness of the not diving.
I want to pack my bags and leave. Alone if this annoying husband of a mister insists on being bloody busy still.
2 Comments
Sunday, March 30, 2008 at 11:38 am
Going by your writing, you have sadly lost your child. If it would help, make a memory box.
The doctors are morons. Go with your emotions and feelings.
The best to you. fran.
Monday, March 31, 2008 at 10:28 am