day 8

It leaves for the hospital in 10 mins. Now's the quandry: It had It's former counselor serve as proxy and is driving It. Now...think...what am I supposed to do? Visit or not? You KNOW It's groupies will be there, these are the people to whom It has told every one of my (real or imagined) eccentricities. Could you imagine walking into a nest of people who despise you/know EVERYTHING about you?

Of course I reiterated the "if you need anything....." more to satisfy legalese rather than reality, but whatever, got my head bitten off for that. God forbid you admit you're scared. Fortunately, I've spoken to enough male spouses who indicate the same thing. Wives blames hub for everything. It's rare when they don't. And again, cheapertokeepher.

What I can't escape is the feeling of wasted time. If this was YOUR last contact with someone (of course, even Queen of the Damned shouldn't have cancer much less die from it, but if It lives 6 more month's it'll be a miracle), would YOU want to leave it on angry terms? Unbelievable. More so when the interloper (counselor, former sponsor) puts herself right in the middle. Amazing. Not even a thought (and this IS a social worker no less, useless lot they are) to how disruptive she is to the relationship, or that she crossed the professional/personal boundary quite some time ago.

St.Francis this am. After 13, then the 5k, really needed a day off, but too beautiful out this am. Manana track work, so between now and tmrw night, that'll be my rest.