Boy, I've been quiet for awhile. I've been struggling. Work is trying to kill me, I swear, and I've had some off-and-on attacks of what the gastroenterologist is now fairly sure is diverticulitis. I'm getting a CT scan on Monday to help confirm it, and am on an all-liquid diet now. Had a bad reaction to my antibiotics that meant lots of pain, so I stayed home yesterday. Ugh. In the meantime, I'm also exhausted constantly, probably from the stress and my system just getting beaten up. I've been feeling particularly hopeless lately, though today is a little better. I'm trying not to isolate as much as I had been, but it's difficult not to. I get this feeling that no one can help me, and I think that just comes from the times in my childhood when that was true, and I had no one but myself to understand and help me. I'm going to work on getting this whole "we" thing.  Oh, and rest this weekend. One day at a time, I guess.