A Need to Understand

One day my worker, a couple of weeks ago, was telling me that she was being yelled at because I had been bothering her other client about something she (her client) did not understand. I told her that is not the impression given when I texted her client. To provide a little understanding here before going on. Her client and I met at our worker’s wedding on February 17, 2018, and we exchanged numbers. I told my worker why I was doing my best to communicate with her client. My worker understood immediately. I was beginning to feel I cannot trust this client anymore from the story she was telling me, and I was hearing this client had a side of her that made me question the friendship I had with this client. She has been a Facebook “friend” for over a year now, but after I heard this story from my worker (who happens to be the client’s worker as well), I decided to re-evaluate the need to have her in my life.
I have decided to block this Facebook “friend” today. I did so without giving this person a warning that I was blocking her. My health and emotions need to remain in check daily. I don’t need the stress of other unhealthy emotions in my life when my feelings need to be evaluated daily themselves. I do not regret meeting this person over a year ago, nor do I wish I never met this person. I am an observer, and what I see, hear, and find uncomfortable can be scary sometimes. I have to do what I need to do. I will not stop praying for this person. I also blocked her phone number on my phone as well. I am not sorry about my actions. I did not do anything wrong. I have to protect my wellbeing and myself when necessary.

Just Jabbing

Sabbath is now here and I will be heading to dialysis here shortly.  DKF has the day off so I am waiting for my ride from MTM to pick me up around 8:30 AM.  On the weekends I enjoy the idea of being able to sleep in a little bit and today I got up a little before 7 AM to get dressed, feed Bing Crosby the Cat, and get outside to meet my ride, and get to dialysis.  My fear of other people still exists but it is getting less problematic for me.  Sometimes I talk a mile a minute when nervous or not talk at all.  It is more like talking a mile a minute.  At least I know the person who is picking me up today and that helps me out.