I got a jury summons in the mail yesterday. That really sucks, but I think I can appeal to be exempt because of Gabby.
I have to find the strength to go over to JC's today, and keep it together. I think I'm more upset than he is. He's kind of just taking it in stride. Or, maybe it's just one of those phases of "grief". Isn't one of the first ones denial? I just feel so sick to my stomach every time I imagine him getting kicked in the face. I feel nauseous, and like I want to pass out. And I haven't even seen him again, yet, today.
I have to apply for a couple of jobs this morning, send off that jury summons exemption, and then I'll head over to his apartment. I'll probably nap with him a little before his appointment this afternoon. My sister and mom have been really helpful. My sister took Gabby last night, and my mom's going to tonight...to watch for a few more hours so I can stay with JC.
I never really ask for prayers...instead I just say wish me luck, or pray to the "monkey gods", because I don't believe in a god, but right now...I suppose anything will help. I know, physically, he's going to be ok...I hope...I hope there aren't any kind of complications with his broken socket, but I really just want him to be emotionally ok. Yea, he's in "good spirits", and taking things in stride, but who knows what's really going on inside that head of his. Last night he said that he didn't want to tell the story anymore, and he didn't want to remember the details because they just keep running through his head.
I have to find the strength to go over to JC's today, and keep it together. I think I'm more upset than he is. He's kind of just taking it in stride. Or, maybe it's just one of those phases of "grief". Isn't one of the first ones denial? I just feel so sick to my stomach every time I imagine him getting kicked in the face. I feel nauseous, and like I want to pass out. And I haven't even seen him again, yet, today.
I have to apply for a couple of jobs this morning, send off that jury summons exemption, and then I'll head over to his apartment. I'll probably nap with him a little before his appointment this afternoon. My sister and mom have been really helpful. My sister took Gabby last night, and my mom's going to tonight...to watch for a few more hours so I can stay with JC.
I never really ask for prayers...instead I just say wish me luck, or pray to the "monkey gods", because I don't believe in a god, but right now...I suppose anything will help. I know, physically, he's going to be ok...I hope...I hope there aren't any kind of complications with his broken socket, but I really just want him to be emotionally ok. Yea, he's in "good spirits", and taking things in stride, but who knows what's really going on inside that head of his. Last night he said that he didn't want to tell the story anymore, and he didn't want to remember the details because they just keep running through his head.
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