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Mar. 21st, 2019 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asphaltcowgrrlI'm going to fucking cry.
And um, er, sorry for swearing so strongly in the first sentence but holy crap. But, Troy just called and his mother has been approved as a donor. WE HAVE A KIDNEY GUYS.
Ugh, and now I want to cry for a completely different reason. I told the news to my boss and two coworkers. The coworkers were pretty lackluster in their responses, but I got a 'that's good news' and a 'congratulations, I guess' (I don't think he knew if saying congrats was right or not LMAO), and yanno, I get it. But my boss? My boss didn't even damn well turn around from his computer to look at me. All he did was sort of grunt. Guaranteed, he's thinking about the fact that I might actually *gasp* ask to take some damn time off. THE. HORROR. Lord, I didn't expect a ticker tape parade but some kind of enthusiasm would have been nice.
But I'm not letting these assholes dampen my joy.
I'm not going to lie - this whole thing terrifies me. I'm worried not just about Troy, but his mother, too. Never mind the fact he can't work for approximately two months and how the hell I'm going to find the money to cover it, no one knows. But you know what? We survived him being out of work for three years, we'll survive three months. These are small potatoes right here. Although my mortgage company might disagree. Hahaha.
Anyway, if you have a little bit of good will left for me, send some my way. My younger daughter has suffered with emotional issues for a long time. She was bullied in middle school, started to self-harm, and was even suicidal at one point. Two weeks ago, she called me, crying, in a full blown panic attack. It was the day before she was to take her ACTs and I think the stress of that - plus the fact she's going to be a senior in a few months - got to her. I have an appointment with the therapist she saw a few years ago, an older gentleman who had worked in middle schools as a counselor for years (which was perfect given her situation at the time), this afternoon. I'd always given her the option to go back to see him, but she never wanted to before. Now, she does, and I'm hoping that that's a step towards her healing and learning some better coping strategies.
So, yeah, I've been on edge a lot lately and am desperately in need of a day off. That's not about to happen anytime soon but at least things are moving in the right direction. Sorry to dump all this on your heads today, but I literally have no one else. I appreciate all y'all more than you'll ever know.
And now I'll let you go back to your regularly scheduled lives.
And um, er, sorry for swearing so strongly in the first sentence but holy crap. But, Troy just called and his mother has been approved as a donor. WE HAVE A KIDNEY GUYS.
Ugh, and now I want to cry for a completely different reason. I told the news to my boss and two coworkers. The coworkers were pretty lackluster in their responses, but I got a 'that's good news' and a 'congratulations, I guess' (I don't think he knew if saying congrats was right or not LMAO), and yanno, I get it. But my boss? My boss didn't even damn well turn around from his computer to look at me. All he did was sort of grunt. Guaranteed, he's thinking about the fact that I might actually *gasp* ask to take some damn time off. THE. HORROR. Lord, I didn't expect a ticker tape parade but some kind of enthusiasm would have been nice.
But I'm not letting these assholes dampen my joy.
I'm not going to lie - this whole thing terrifies me. I'm worried not just about Troy, but his mother, too. Never mind the fact he can't work for approximately two months and how the hell I'm going to find the money to cover it, no one knows. But you know what? We survived him being out of work for three years, we'll survive three months. These are small potatoes right here. Although my mortgage company might disagree. Hahaha.
Anyway, if you have a little bit of good will left for me, send some my way. My younger daughter has suffered with emotional issues for a long time. She was bullied in middle school, started to self-harm, and was even suicidal at one point. Two weeks ago, she called me, crying, in a full blown panic attack. It was the day before she was to take her ACTs and I think the stress of that - plus the fact she's going to be a senior in a few months - got to her. I have an appointment with the therapist she saw a few years ago, an older gentleman who had worked in middle schools as a counselor for years (which was perfect given her situation at the time), this afternoon. I'd always given her the option to go back to see him, but she never wanted to before. Now, she does, and I'm hoping that that's a step towards her healing and learning some better coping strategies.
So, yeah, I've been on edge a lot lately and am desperately in need of a day off. That's not about to happen anytime soon but at least things are moving in the right direction. Sorry to dump all this on your heads today, but I literally have no one else. I appreciate all y'all more than you'll ever know.
And now I'll let you go back to your regularly scheduled lives.
