Better late than never?

[jon2911]

Haven't journaled in a while, such a freakin' soap opera. Here goes...

W called last Tuesday and asked me to come visit her. She was at the Ranch, a vacation home halfway between Dallas and Houston. Perfect. We had a GREAT night, and stayed through lunch the next day.

W had to get back to her "job", which she admitted is taking care of her dad after surgery. She said it's more annoying than any job she's had before (great!). While cleaning up the place to leave, I noticed she'd thrown up in a trash can and cleaned it up. This embarrassed her but she was appreciative. She said "I'm sick, I do that every day". This is another indication that her headaches are much worse. Only on the very worst days did this happen before. We had a good lunch and parted ways.

The next day she called, and quickly turned nasty. This hasn't happened in a while, and really threw me. NC until last night, and I just let her be. Turns out she was in Phoenix, no idea why. The talk last night was really nice. She's ready to move out from her parents, but doesn't have the money. Her doctor in Dallas is stalling on cognitive therapy, and she's really frustrated. She said every other day she just stays in bed. Said wants to just come stay her until he'll see her. I told her I'd love that.

She also said that her friends and family don't understand when she stays in bed, or can't bend over to pick things up. She needs to constantly re-train them about her disease, or they think she's lazy. I told her anyone who really knows her would never think that. She said I was the only one who understood, and being around anyone else is too hard. It feels really good to hear that, I did my best to take care of her, but instead the whole sitch was blamed on me. Hopefully that's changing. We'll see.