Quick Update
Mom’s home. They say she’s fine, but come on. They said that she was dehydrated and had low potassium – that just combined with her naturally low blood pressure. However, there obviously must be some x factor as well, to have made the symptoms so dramatic, I’m not buying it.
I’m toying more and more with the idea of joining an international aid organization. I’ve thought about it for years, but fear of the uncertain and an embarrassing inability with foreign languages have always kept it from being close to a reality. I’m moving to nyc, that’s for certain… but I’m open to altering the five year plan. I just don’t know if I’m doing enough.
The party for 2000 docs went smashingly. Funny enough, the advance man for the mayor was a guy I knew from high school. Also got to see the Patriots Trophy and chat with Faulk. We were SO CLOSE to having the WS trophy!!! But, the suits… what can I say?! Mostly, I was just glad I mustered the enthusiasm and shit-eating-grin it took to get through the evening, while my mom was still in the hospital.
I'm anxious and unable to sleep. I've decided that, no matter how long it takes, I'm going to find a good therapist in nyc. I know I need to be on some anti-anxiety meds. Of course I was anxious with my mom in the hospital, but even the weeks leading up to it... when you're always running at medium-grade anxiety, your head starts to implode in on itself when a real emergency arises. At least, an emergency where you are powerless.

1 Comments:
so everything seems to be okay now? i'm catching up on your blog after so much time without consistent internet access - sorry that i wasn't around and didn't even know about this! how are you doing? while i think therapy is a beauteous thing and don't discourage your desire for it in the least, parental-infirmity-related anxiety couldn't be much more reasonable or natural, which i'm sure you know. then there's the keeping-a-school-from-imploding/being-worthless anxiety, which is more than almost any of us could cope with unsedated. once the weight of your boston life recedes a bit and the liminal space/insanity of resettling in ny settles, i'm sure you'll feel heaps better. which is not to say not still improvable with professional intervention, but, dood, stressful life!
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