(((Huugs)))
@FranC keep your chin up and keep marching. We are all rooting for you.
Life is so precious, and it can take a long time to realize it. I'm home, the hubby has hives so I am happy I am. He's a medical idiot he texted me to "find out what dose of Benadryl to take." I like, flipped out and gave him a rapid stream of instructions including "you call 911 BEFORE you stop breathing, you'll notice!"
Has been a crazy week, culminating in staying late (again) to help a very Christian and lovely doc assist herself in facilitating a klddo's abortion. I have realized why the docs love me, they come to me all hesitant, like, "Could you please stay 5--10 minutes late to help me get
through what I don't want to..." and I'm like, "Yep, that's my job, to do the stuff that sucks and you don't want to/know how. I am basically trained in all forms of SUCK."
I mean, I am no fan of the situation, it is sad, but I am also like, "Okay, kid does not know parent, kid was crying because, as she said, "I was just feeling my feelings. I'm not ready for this."
So by the time the doc returned, she was like, more composed and also, less sad I hope. She was super relieved that I had gotten to the point of "Okay so you want to do the pill way, we need to get you seen ASAP and yes, mom, condoms can break but that does not sound like the situation here, so birth control and VD testing, too, if you don't mind."
I felt bad, because I was just composed but the doc was like, "OMG thank you so much." I felt so bad I offered to loiter around because I thought the doc was upset but I think she had to do a bit of crying alone in the office. I think it's different when you actually are doing the referral for one. Because it's just never a celebratory experience on the best of days. Because sometimes life sucks, but it is also extremely precious. I just realize that more and more as I get older.
Anna