Losing Another One
Don’t let the title fool you; no one is dead or dying. I made an effort, as I always do, and reached out to a friend I haven’t heard from in several months. I still am the one who initiates contact; no one ever contacts me.
At any rate, my friend informed me that he had accepted a new job. Without another word, I knew instantly that this would be the last time I would speak with him. I say tho because I know how he behaves. If I had not initiated the conversation, he would never have told me on his own. I would have noticed that his number was no longer in service or something like that, and it would have been my only clue to things changing.
This whole situation comes as no surprise to me. Friends seem to be something that other people have, which I don’t. I use the term, but it doesn’t mean the same thing. I’m not upset over this, some might think that I’m overreacting, but I speak from experience with situations like this.
With the exceptions of Hal and The Stooges, I am a loner and always will be. People will reach out to me only in extreme circumstances, such as when I was hospitalized.
I with my friend the very best in his new job. I asked him to stay in touch, but it was an empty gesture that will fade away quickly. Waiting for him to contact me is futile but not as hopeless as attempting to maintain a friendship that always has been. I’m one-sided in the first place.
I went to my primary care doctor Wednesday morning for a scheduled checkup visit.
I am working with the Long Term Disability people to get the payments rolling. I am going to be in Ling-Term Disability through the end of May. I’ll meet with the doctor before then to see what the next step will be.
Things move in their own time, I have to keep working on my recovery and try to be patient. Rushing a process like this will just lead to trouble.