Seems everything’s sbout waiting. Right now im waiting for a ride to the doctor who is supposed to clear me of c diff, the gastro intestinal infection that has kept me locked up fir 3 weeks. Not literally, but ive been confined from all activities except smoke breaks and meals. Its been a lonely time. Its given me the opportunity to wrap things up here and to confront a lot of issues in my life–thinking myself out of the box ive been in. I have to question the latter: is this more endless therapy? Is it real? Is it true? Does it help me? Does it get me anywhere? I left off on a bad note with my therapist and now i havent seen her in a month. So once again im left to make up the rules. What a disappointment. Will she decline to continue seeing me?
My ride is here.
