Sometimes I feel like a walking curse. Just got out of the hospital a week ago because the cellulitis came back, now my friend's YiaYia has died. I was doing really good mentally and emotionally and having good days, and I've been trying hard to keep it up. It just seems that as I start to do good and get better, everyone around me has been having relationship problems, dealing with bad health and depression. A lot of my loved ones are dying.
Sometimes I just really wonder how many hits I can take. Sometimes it just feels like I'm waiting for that one big straw to come and break the camel's back. Even though I'm having remarkably better days all around, I wonder how long it will keep up.
I'm also wondering if I have any clothes fit for a viewing and funeral. Or a long coat to hide crummy clothes and make it look like they're nice. Being poor is sucky....I also think I have lost a few pants along the way somehow. I just hope the nice, black slacks can be found.