Coping

The last couple of weeks have not been good ones for me. After a close friend losing his daughter to an auto accident; two weeks ago Friday starting off the curse it has stayed bad from there. She was only 29 and a veteran of Iraq as well, and to lose her so suddenly had everyone dumbstruck to say the least. Then to have my mom go in for her knee replacement surgery on Monday, and trying to cope with constantly changing weather that has me in fits.

Trying to survive with having the boys here and being at school myself is way more than I ever thought it would be. I am beginning to wonder how the hell I ever used to do it? With headaches thrown in and the 5 year old version of satan to boot, Buffalo would almost be a restful change of pace. I had to use my cane at school last week, and it hurt me more than anything else has.

Monday was the final destruction of the old me, I registered with the student disability services office. I missed classes last Thursday and Friday, because imitrex was my last resort both days. One of my professors has been giving me a hard time since it wasn't official with the school, and now it is. I hate it too, because now i have to have meetings with all my professors and the head of student services so that they can go over Dr. F's notes and decide how they can best help my needs. So much for what was left of the old me.