It would seem it is that time in my life again where shit falls like rain and rain is nowhere in sight. Translation: No rest for the weary. IE: Bad things won’t stop. It’s pissing me off more than anything, but I have broken down more than once.
Top scoop on the shittyness of my life:
1. My Uncle Jesus has a mass on one of his lymph nodes. Docs not sure if it’s cancer or not. He’s only 35, is the father of 2 AND he’s my grandmas’ baby. Just to put that into perspective: Imagine the most overprotective mother in world watching her youngest son die before her eyes and there isn’t anything they could do about it. That is exactly how my grandma feels right now even though they don’t know what’s wrong yet. SO yeah…prayers?
2. My Tio Reuben died a few days ago. Prayers for my grandmas’ sister on this.
3. The pressure is on to decide what I am going to do career wise. It’s looking like the company I am currently working for now will be my choice. They have resorts all over Texas and several others states as well. And if I eventually transfer to RCI (Resort Condominium International), there will be resorts all over the world open to me. So it looks like my anti-establishment attitude has to take a back burner this time.
There are other things that have gone array or have added stress, but they’re pretty minor. Like I have 2 welts on my head from where I almost knocked my ass out on my friends metal stair case. I am serious when I say they hurt like a bitch. I freakin balled like a baby. No joke. They STILL hurt!!. However, the swelling has gone down and I know I don’t have a concussion because I woke up the next morning…and every other morning since then (it’s been about 2 days) with no black outs. I’ve got a little cut on my forehead, but no bleeding.
Ok, I’ve gotten that all off my chest. I’m surprised I’m not in a mental institution by now or crying in a dark corner. However, I haven’t been home in almost a week. So I guess I haven’t gotten stronger, just really good at running away.
What a disappointment.

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