I'm struggling. I feel absolutely drained. I feel like I'm not believed. These past few weeks have been killing my IBS. The pains and cramps have been unbearable. I've been doubled over in pain. I've cried because of the pain. I've been told that my doctor can't do any more for me than what he's already done. That it's just irritated and will get over it. Basically, I feel like I'm making it up. Maybe it's all in my head.
We also have been having problems in our neighborhood. We have basically been harassed by someone, but according to my friends, it's not harassment unless they come to our house. They can yell obscene things at us, but it's not harassment. Cool.
In the past 24 hours, I've seen my husband for about 10 minutes all together. I just learned that I'm allergic to both of my fur babies. They can't come into the house and I have to take my medication every day, and consider allergy shots...again. It's been trying. I'm struggling. I feel really low like I did months ago. I just don't know what to do. I just want to feel better again, and I want my husband.
I just recently finished "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak. I had no idea what this novel was going to be about going into it; all I knew was that our 10th grade English class study it. Right off the bat I noticed that our narrator was not your average Joe. The narrator is death. When I realized this I said to myself, "Oh this is going to be good." The novel is all about the Holocaust and it is shown from a German point of view. Leisel Meminger's mother gives her away to a foster German family. On the trip to this new family, Leisel's brother dies. So right from the start death is there. I'm not going to give you a synopsis of it, because I think you should read it for yourself. Just know that a German family hides a Jew in their basement for a while, and death is around every corner. That last line of the novel really got me though..."I am haunted by humans."
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