Anyhow, I have been writing again, so perhaps this was a blessing. I just have to type everything on my word processor. Right now I have reams of paper with scribble-scrabble all over the kitchen table and spewing onto the living room floor. I've been getting closer to Jesus, too! I really do look forward to that day in Heaven when I get to meet Him--and my old doggie pals, too, like Sammy and Clyde.
I wonder if this beely problem I have could be cancer? Yes, the back pain has persisted for about two years--then there was that sudden bleeding last year that I neglected to tell a doctor about. Now this. Ironic, isn't it, that I once tried so hard not to eat andnow I physically cannot tolerate any food. Tonight when my mother took me out for pizza I almost lost my jeans at the store. I feel weak and apathetic, just as I did on this date in 1974. Wow! Imagine that! I even remember the exact date I began the diet that almost killed me--January 17, 1974.
So Friday at 6:45 I have my upper g.i. series at Valley. Then Monday at 1 I have to report to the Unemployment office for my orientation. I wonder if Bristol will contest the benefits. I also wonder why they haven't definitly told me I was fired. Supposedly, I was suspended pending an investigation. By WHOM?? I haven't heard from the Board of Nursing and no criminal charges were filed against me, so what the bleep is going on?
I don't want to whine and seem bitter because I actually like bieng home, safe from those people who tormented me for so many years. Perhaps someday this will be the subject of a new story, but in the meantime, I would appreciate a bit of courtesy from my employer--if they know the meaning of that word.
Good to be back again!