The day started differently somehow. Nothing noticeable. I just feel differently.
The day is emotional.
The day is lonely.
The day consists of calling a total stranger with the title of Case Manager Nurse in AZ just to have someone to talk to about feeling…differently.
The day is long.
The day is worrisome with the genetics appointment today.
The day revolves around continuing education and eating fruit.
The day has tears. Uncalled for tears.
The day has tears. Possibly necessary tears.
The day as I wrote in my journal just feels ‘icky’.
The day is half way over.
The day I don’t want to repeat.
The day I acknowledge my fears/concerns.
The day is a Friday that has lost its meaning.
The day I will learn to embrace.