Call, don’t fall. (Things I’m recording but would rather not remember.)

I’m running on fumes, but today is still better than yesterday. Thursday was a day of necessary crying and medication induced nausea. Gross.

I slept better but was 9 minutes late to work. It’s forgivable.

I thought I was handling all this well until I broke down crying yesterday. At work. Super.

Haven‘t ruined my reputation there though... I think. Gotta forgive myself though because these are extreme circumstances.

My dad is finally getting (somewhat) better. At least perkier.

What a circus. What a rollercoaster. What a Cassidy theme.

I feel like I work at the hospital he’s been admitted to the last... month. Ish. Have the floor layout and ceiling tiles memorized. ”CALL, DON’T FALL“ is painted on a few of them. A practical mural/warning.

“Call. Don’t fall” means more than just not jumping up to pee too fast when you’re frail and bed bound. Asking for help doesn‘t make most of us burdensome. If you’ve ever helped someone, you’ve earned the right to ask for it in return.

Call for help, bitches. Don’t fall. Don’t think of yourself as a helpless sponge or energy vampire. The fact that it’s dangling in your mind is proof.

Nothing profound to say because I’m about to fall asleep. A twin eating disorder Intervention episode is playing in the background, I have it memorized.

Goodnight, to everyone and everything I love. Ceiling tiles included.