I've just learned that a friend of mine from home (someone I worked with) has stage 4 mestastic breast cancer. This is really, really not good. I am at a loss as to what to say or feel or think about it, but it hasn't really left my mind since I found out.
As for my own life, I am back on the "fake until it's true" plan of action. If I pretend I am OK, eventually I will really be OK. At least that's the hope. Mark and I had a heart-to-heart the other night, and I know he is dissatisfied with our relationship now, and frankly, I don't blame him. I am not all that much fun recently, and to be honest, in some ways I haven't been very much fun for quite some time. It's not just that I never want to have sex (although I never do), or that I never want to see anyone (although I never do), it's that I am sickly and cranky and demanding and mean. And that is a lot to put up with.
In other news, I am thinking about trying acupuncture for my allergies. I'm still too scared to go back on the allergy pills and see if they play nicely with the Wellbutrin now, and I have to do something.
Comments (1)
Stick with the wellbutrin. Look after yourself. It will all get better.
Posted by the therapeutic writer | August 17, 2005 12:51 PM