Sometimes people feel better just getting their thoughts out - whether it be telling a friend or loved one what's on their mind, writing the words out on paper, or even typing them out on a bb. So I guess that's the purpose of my post. To just try to feel better. Please don't mistake that for sympathy, because that's the last thing I desire.
The past month has been a total nightmare with these kidney stones, and I wish I could say it was all done and over with. I go back in the hospital yet again this Thursday to have a stent placed inside, and then schedule surgery all over again for the stones in the right kidney. I've been in a lot of pain lately, and I hate pain, but hate being on pain meds even more. I'm clueless as to how people find an attraction to drugs, in particular ones that make you groggy and sleepy all the time. What a waste of life!
Moving right along...My computer crashed the other day and I lost everything, and I do mean everything. Everything was useless. I am thankful that I am now able to do anything at all with it, but I had to do a quick restore, which brought it back to *just out of the box* condition. Years worth of stuff - a lot of it important to me only - gone. I cried like a baby.
Work has sucked immensely lately. I have been trying to dig through all the paper work that keeps getting heaped on my desk everyday, training new people, which I don't want to do, and deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. I see it all
in my sleep. God forbid....
But the absolute worst part of my day came when my brother, Steven called me at work. He got orders today that he is being shipped off to Afghanistan.
That is the dark cloud that has been hanging over my head all day.
So you see, everything else I complained about today is so trivial after talking with Steve. The pain from the kidney stones isn't a big deal anymore, work probs don't mean anything at all, and the computer crashing certainly doesn't matter in the least.
I've never heard my brother tell me he was afraid of anything - until today. My brother, the big, bad Marine, is afraid. He's not afraid of death, especially in dying for his country - for our freedom, but afraid of going away to a foreign land and never coming back to see his brand new baby daughter again.
Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
[ 09-17-2002, 05:52 PM: Message edited by: kateykakes ]
The past month has been a total nightmare with these kidney stones, and I wish I could say it was all done and over with. I go back in the hospital yet again this Thursday to have a stent placed inside, and then schedule surgery all over again for the stones in the right kidney. I've been in a lot of pain lately, and I hate pain, but hate being on pain meds even more. I'm clueless as to how people find an attraction to drugs, in particular ones that make you groggy and sleepy all the time. What a waste of life!
Moving right along...My computer crashed the other day and I lost everything, and I do mean everything. Everything was useless. I am thankful that I am now able to do anything at all with it, but I had to do a quick restore, which brought it back to *just out of the box* condition. Years worth of stuff - a lot of it important to me only - gone. I cried like a baby.
Work has sucked immensely lately. I have been trying to dig through all the paper work that keeps getting heaped on my desk everyday, training new people, which I don't want to do, and deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. I see it all
in my sleep. God forbid....
But the absolute worst part of my day came when my brother, Steven called me at work. He got orders today that he is being shipped off to Afghanistan.

So you see, everything else I complained about today is so trivial after talking with Steve. The pain from the kidney stones isn't a big deal anymore, work probs don't mean anything at all, and the computer crashing certainly doesn't matter in the least.
I've never heard my brother tell me he was afraid of anything - until today. My brother, the big, bad Marine, is afraid. He's not afraid of death, especially in dying for his country - for our freedom, but afraid of going away to a foreign land and never coming back to see his brand new baby daughter again.
Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
[ 09-17-2002, 05:52 PM: Message edited by: kateykakes ]
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