People with cancer can't run a half hour and jog up that hill at the funeral home, right?w, c/mon, let's all agree on that cause that's what I was doing when Bob went to pick up Patty from Spicy's house tonight. Not only did I do it, but Alex from across the street was my witness and laughed when I ran by and thanked him for not making fun of me. "Now I can tell Patty I'm not that sick, " I told him.So now I'm convinced my intestines are just screwed up from all the laxatives I ingested when I was 19. Actually, the time from 1977-1983 could be deemed as the time I had a close relationship with epsom salts. We parted as enemies, never to greet or meet again, and to this day I can't even drink iced tea without being reminded of the times I used Lipton to conceal my relationship with Mr Epsom.
It could be Chrons disease, also. Or diverticulosis. Or colitis. Heck, I sure have earned a case of colitis after working at Bristol all those years. So maybe prednisone and I will have to become acquainted again. Just what I need--another reason to deplete my bone mass.
Tomorrow I will know for sure what Bristol plans to do with me.The administrator never showed up for that 3-way fact-finding conversation with Unemployment today. The guy was really nice to me and even hinted that I could have a cut'n'dry case if I chose to hire a lawyer and pursue charges against them. He agreed that I did make a careless "paper error" but if there was theft or criminal conduct, why wasn't the police notified? And as of today, the State Board of Nursing had nothing on me, either.But I don't want to sue Bristol.That never ocurred to me. I just want closure. I just want to stop feeling as if I have to defend myself for something I didn't even do! (Maybe if I was fired for diverting Resource supplement, I could live with that cause I did that--more than once!)
I feel like a terrible friend now cause Fran bought over a whole tray of ziti, a whole chocolate cake, sausgaes, and gravy and I haven't even thanked her properly. I've been reading the booklet she gave me about angels, and I think I DID contact Raphael last night! Something weird happened right before I fell asleep. I should keep a journal by the bed so I can write this stuff down. I do recall that I felt I went someplace just before I fell asleep. Usually I can't tell when I'm about to drift into sleep, but last night something happened and I actually felt myself travel...it was nice, and I WAS NOT on drugs, nor did I have any of that stoopid expensive wine Bob got me. I never opened the bottle at all. I wish I could return it but Bob says there are no returns on liquor. Is he crazy? No income, yet he buys me wine and those pretty multi-colored roses.
I WILL get even with him. Time to start that fake snakeskin belt I planned for him--many months ago!