A Ghost from the Past

I sent my morning message to Corinne and I took a quick look at my notifications on Instagram.  Usually nothing to see there but once again, the algorithm surprised me.  

Cassie has returned to social media.  We were only Facebook friends. It said that someone you may now is on Instagram.  I noticed she was on back on Facebook.  No, I'm not excited to see that and I'm actually not her Facebook friend anymore.  Social media really makes people jerks.  I include myself in that statement.  It was wild to see the notification. I knew after the 2016 election, she wanted to go hide underground because she couldn't take Donald Trump.  Well neither can I and here I am.  I wish I had basements to hide in when life got too tough.  Actually a basement has no appeal.  I like my room better.

Meanwhile, my mom seemed a little down last night and worried.  The talk of social security privatizing scares her.  Her blood work seemed to worry her as well but she said it's the same as it was last time and her doctor wasn't horribly worried.  Her sugar is a little high but it wasn't off the charts high.  I know my aunt dying with less than one kidney worries her.  I am hoping we'll both feel better after her appointment tomorrow.  I don't want to hide in the basement.

I do feel like telling the cancer center to say I don't want to make an appointment.  I'm too broke and I can't do this anymore.  I'll do my appointment but I thought please spare me from saying I should do this test or that test.  The whole situation?  It's just broken me emotionally, physically and financially.  There's only so much a person can take in this situation and I've had ENOUGH.  

I really hope the good humans have a good day.  Hang in there.  I'll do the same.  

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