I’m terribly bored of myself and all of my ridiculous ailments. Being chronically ill makes one insanely self-involved. Let’s just say that there’s more wrong with me and I’m dealing.

Peter Provost is the best man. Pure and simple. And I have the best mom and sister in the world.

I brought my mom to an appointment yesterday and she might as well have been carrying me like a baby. That’s how safe and secure I felt as a 39 year old lady bringing my mama with me. It was lovely.

I talked to Meg recently and was blathering on about my woes and she had really helpful, loving, practical advice. So practical, in fact, that I told her to hold on while I got a pen. Actually started taking notes. She was so on point and knowledgeable. It was the equivalent of someone taking you by the shoulders, looking you in the eye, and saying “LISTEN, simmer down you’re hysterical. Now, do x, y and z.”


She’s a smart girl, that Dr. Meg. Glad I don’t have to make an appointment and wait 3 weeks to see her. 


Confessions of a Mother, Lawyer & Crazy Woman | May 15, 2013 at 11:30 AM

Ah, so much can be helped by family support. Keep relying on them. Much love, J

Confessions of a Mother, Lawyer & Crazy Woman | May 15, 2013 at 11:31 AM

Ah, family, can help so much with these things. Keep on relying on them. Much love, J