so here. I got nothing, really, not a freaking thing. No blog post, no thoughts that are cohesive so you get nothing it's like a big sucking black hole in space
and although I am way behind and super short on time I just spent 15 minutes making you that graphic because just a sucking black hole would not do. Since my name is really Kirk you had to have my ship and of course the obligatory random floating screaming Kirk head.
I love you that much, you are welcome.
I have to go put my phone in the garbage disposal and lose my keys.
Have a great weekend.
xo
PEACH OUT
4 comments:
i hope things get better for ya sweetie!!
<3 u
Get some sleep.
We'll steer the ship Kirk.. get some rest.
Hang in there, sweetie! Know how you feel--went through multiple surgeries with Dad before he died in 2008, was caretaker for Mom after double-mastectomy this last March. Also got fun of escorting husband for colonoscopy last Tues.
My point? It's similar to yours, I believe. I would RATHER be the one having the procedure, surgery, etc., than be the caretaker for a loved one in that position. It just wipes me out: physically, emotionally and throws life out of control until the loved one gets better. This may make me a bad caretaker, but I think that I care TOO much (maybe you as well), therefore the exhaustion.
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