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I just learned, via voice mail, that my mom's father passed away yesterday. I don't know why she didn't try to contact me directly, or keep trying, or whatnot, but that's my mother for you.
What I find odd is that I have to force myself to feel anything. It's not that I didn't love my grandfather, but his death just isn't touching me like you'd think it would. Am I that cold a human being? Granted, we didn't have much contact in the last few years, but would that make me ambivalent about learning of his death?
I just don't know.
In other news, I finally made the doctor's appointment I mentioned back in December. I know it's taken way too long to do it, but doctors have scared me since I was 13-14 years old. Whenever I do go, I wind up dealing with quacks, who are more interested in seeing numbers of patients rather than giving good care. You know the routine: 1. Tell him what's wrong. 2. He prescribes something. 3. He tells you to pay the receptionist on your way out.
Well, I'll know something by next Friday evening.
I'm off today. Gonna get the dishes done, and do some laundry. Then, C and I are going to make a shopping list so we can quit getting junk food or doing the "make dinner up on the fly" thing.
Later, all..
What I find odd is that I have to force myself to feel anything. It's not that I didn't love my grandfather, but his death just isn't touching me like you'd think it would. Am I that cold a human being? Granted, we didn't have much contact in the last few years, but would that make me ambivalent about learning of his death?
I just don't know.
In other news, I finally made the doctor's appointment I mentioned back in December. I know it's taken way too long to do it, but doctors have scared me since I was 13-14 years old. Whenever I do go, I wind up dealing with quacks, who are more interested in seeing numbers of patients rather than giving good care. You know the routine: 1. Tell him what's wrong. 2. He prescribes something. 3. He tells you to pay the receptionist on your way out.
Well, I'll know something by next Friday evening.
I'm off today. Gonna get the dishes done, and do some laundry. Then, C and I are going to make a shopping list so we can quit getting junk food or doing the "make dinner up on the fly" thing.
Later, all..
