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I want my Frankie.



I am being scheduled for an angiogram (sp?) to see if this area in my brain is a 2 mm aneurysm. A cath going through the groin with a camera foloowing the arteries up through my torso into my brain. Oh joy!



I have to lay flat for so many hours afterward, I won't be allowed picking up or holding Aurora or even the cats.



At least I'll know for sure if it's an aneurysm or not in my circle of willis. Right?



Fucking A!



I'm in the parking lot of Wal-mart using Buffalo Wild Wings signal using my cars juice listening to Lipgloss and Black.



I can't do anything halfway. I have to do it all drama-like!



I'm terrified of dying and all I can hear is the doctors telling me it probably is an aneurysm but we need to make sure before setting up a treatment plan.



I have to continue losing weight. I'm stressed beyond belief and I can't stop eating fucking ice cream. Ugh! Like seriously!



I've been to the ER twice for asthma attacks that the last one landed me three breathing treatments which I had never needed two in a row before. It's horrible.



I can't see that doctor until October something.



I want to cry.



I'm hopfully getting dial up at home again so I can talk to a few people again even just once a week...



I need someone.



I need to vent.



I feel alienated.



I feel alone.



I feel hostile without being quite there yet.



God, I need peace and patience.

I hate that I miss you sometimes.