We Talked

Although talking isn’t easy for me, Jackie called because she thought I wanted to cry because something was wrong at dialysis, but she learned it was from when she left me to talk to Mikey in the lobby, and I did not feel I was important enough to her at the moment. She told me not only why she went to see Mikey, Marie also talked to her and by the time she was free, I was already outside and in the van by the time she saw I was leaving. Yet, although I was wrong in my thinking because Mr. Monkey messed with my mind this morning, I DO UNDERSTAND that Jackie has a life when she’s not working for me, but when I felt not important enough this morning before dialysis, Mr. Monkey played his role in my mind today. I was glad we talked or Jackie did call. Although Mr. Monkey fooled me this morning, I do have to admit that talking to Jackie and telling her how I REALLY FELT FELT real good. I can go on with my day with relief and a settled matter. Even Jackie was calm and did sound like she was yelling when we talked.  

It Turned Out to Be A Good Afternoon

After talking to Jackie, my day was a better day, and I have moved on to other things like journaling and surfing the internet on Facebook and Instagram. I am breathing easily now.