I went through my version of the stages of grief today, starting with extreme anxiety this morning, overwhelming depression late morning to early afternoon, serious anger (got into a really pissy mood) late afternoon to early evening, to just back to normal late evening. I guess that would be acceptance. Now I am wired. That's the steroid.
I am trying to be excited about number 6, but it's hard to get excited when I have so much dread about the next few weeks. But I will get there eventually, and in the meantime, will live vicariously through my friends and family who all are excited for me.
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HUGGGGGGS Phyllis!!! I know it seems sometimes that time is standing still, but I hope these next few days (weeks really) pass by really quickly for you!! If you ever just need someone to vent to, please don't hesitate to holler!
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ReplyDeleteThis is the last one! Call if you want to talk stomach (or other) with me. Relief is in sight!!
ReplyDeleteThanks May!
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