For starters, the class went very very well. I had 11 students and everyone enjoyed the cass immensely.
I needed the class. Just before I left for class I came very close to a breakdown. I had one last conversation after making the last post online. I was on the phone with the hospital while the IM conversation was going on.
It has been established that the hospital has told me there is ‘no one’ matching the description. They won’t even give me the impression one way or the other if I’m close or not. The conversation below shows exaclty how far my mother has taken things. By the time I’d finished being on the phone with St. Margret’s and dealing on line. I basically couldn’t take any more. I’d reached the limit.
I don’t know what’s going on anymore. Nothing makes sense. I can’t put anything together and no one will help me. I feel like I’m going to lose it and be a person who they’ll talk abput trying to reason why he wound up on a clock tower with a rifle. I just can’t handle much more of this. It’s just getting to me.
