Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me

The best part about the recommendation from general practitioner to specialist is the waiting.

No letter. No call.


In the meantime, apparently it’s a pattern of mine to lash out and / or pick fights when I’m stressed.

I know, I know.

Vague posting is so 2008.

I’ll let you know as soon as I have more information.

I promise.

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One Reply to “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me”

  1. Not all alone there. For years, when ever I had very big decisions/steps, I’d get mad first to wrench myself into action. Unfortunately, well, inappropriate. So now, I– wait… hmmm! lol
    [Now, I watch what the hell I’m doing because… it’s a (zombie) pattern.]
    Thinks to herself: Human frailty can be so mortifying… hang in there, hugs!!

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