Friday, June 19, 2009
Turns out, I'm not so strong.
Turns out, under pressure, I tend to cry a lot.
Today has pretty much sucked. I spoke to Michael on the phone for about 45 seconds this morning; that's about all the energy he has. He had something of a setback today, which I won't go into. Nothing life threatening, but discouraging. I was able to spend about 2 hours at the hospital with him this afternoon, and he slept the entire time. I feel like my husband has been stolen from me, and in his place is someone I barely recognize. I'm starting to feel a sense of dread going to the hospital. He woke up briefly and looked at me and said, "Hey, how ya doing?" I started crying, but he was back to sleep before I could even say anything. When I left, I went out to my truck and had a complete breakdown.
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.