All I have left of my mom is the ONE picture I had made of her dead in her coffin which is on my night stand, next to my bed. All of her other pictures have been lost.
Murphy’s Law is attacking me from every angle. My dad, the crash, and now my baby Mickey, and the love of my life are very sick. The vet I usually go to is closed because it’s Sunday. My boss is coming over to pick us up, to take him to the emergency vet hospital on the northeast part of town.
I MUST wallow in self pity here in my LJ, in order to survive!
One of my brothers is flying in from California next weekend. I need him desperately! I have no one else. My blood sugar has gone totally out of whack. I must control myself.