outside of a hospital always means someone is coming to visit. small trivial things one learns after a decade of being in this system. when new chairs adorn the waiting areas, and especially when the front porch is clean and spruced up with flowers in new clay pottery, then you know for sure the higher-ups are coming to pay a visit. isn't it interesting? cleaning house for company, in a place like that? now if they would post a "no drug company reps allowed on the premises" sign out front, i'd smile. "no more lunch-and-learns", "drug rep-free-zone". the risperdal/invega guy is very persistent at this hospital. a couple of years ago it was the seroquel guy. i give them proper stare-downs, i wonder if they notice.
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the elevator door opened and there she was, sitting in a chair waiting for me. she ate the banana and halloween candy i gave her, and she seemed a little calmer.
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she paced around, wandered a bit and eventually walked up to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. i placed my arm around her and said, "let's go look out the window". we stood, with my right arm around her shoulder and her head on my right arm, gazing out the window.
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"it's november 5th, it looks like the leaves all fell off of that tree."
i told her she was the best person i ever knew.
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Hi Stephany,
Just came to see how you are coping with all of this.
For the moment I'm feeling that anger again and just did one of those posts that we cry and is very angry.
I wish I never knew what we know.
It seems we are like a secret society that holds a terrible wisdom that was inflicted on us.
I'm sorry for not comforting you.
I'll be fine tomorrow.
Love,
Ana
I am glad your daughter is calmer. I am glad she was waiting for you. And I am hoping and praying for better days for you both.
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