psyche's Journal

I was supposed to hear something from someone from the Humane Society last night about a volunteer to check on my animals while I go into the hospital, but never heard anything.  You can't believe how horrible it is to tell someone on the phone that you have no friends and no family to help you. Still havent heard anything today either. The last time I tried to get into this place I wasn't able to get into it because of no room at the inn and they don't do week-end admissions and the whole father day's thing is just killing me. My "real" dad was a prevert but my step dad was the greatest guy in the world and I miss him so much. He had a Scottish heritage just like my mom and I saw on Tv today where a woman took her Dad's ashes to Ireland and found a pub and for a night anyone damned Griffin could drink for free and then they spread her dad's ashes.  I still have some of my mom's and dad's ashes, they were mixed together and then spread, but I saved some to be mixed with mine so that mine could be mixed and then spread. I wish I could afford to take daddy and mom home.

I can't stop crying and at this point I don't care if I don't get into the hospital.  I'll do what I always do.  I'll go back to bed for a few days, cry and sleep.  I have an appt with a new counselor on Monday since my Medicare has kicked in. Maybe that will do something.