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squid

Lovely to have you over today, so we could contemplate the sadness of Jo's absence together. I am still unwilling to think about her reality too much, concentrating on being busy busy busy and wishing her back to us. Poof!

Seymour takes very good care of me. He's the one who deserves more tending and tenderness than he's getting.

e

this is all so very true. you're right that that making it up doesn't make it fake; it's the making makes it real! it's what we do, almost unconsciously usually, and when it comes to consciousness it is painful, when that tissue that seems so flimsy built on "only" our own making and not on some other. but our own making *is* what is real for us and because we made it doesn't mean that it maps onto some other, realer real, nor does it mean that it doesn't do so either. we can't know what we don't know but we can make it, and what we make is what we have. it is the real.

Jo

I have so much to say and yet so little. I have been scrambled and put together at least 400 times an hour and yet nothing ever happens. I'm learning so much that I cannot tell anyone, it's unrecordable.

But I have to say that it is so good. It is so good. I feel like it will all make sense in a deep rich way and maybe someday I'll be able to convey it. The difference between me now and me a week ago on the day I was admitted is completely on its head. No comparison. I am reborn.

But you can only eat so much hospital food, let me tell you. Shit shit shit. I will eat out for every fucking meal for a month when I'm out.

I'll probably be in a partial hospitalization program for a while after.

Thank you my friends, thank you thank you. Love my daughters because soon I'll be back and I'll be able to love them in RL. They'll be stronger because if they inherit this shit (and there is extremely high likelihood that they will, from what I've been reading) I will be in a position to help, sooner, so that their lives will be smooth and beautiful.

Let's hear it for commenting while on Atavan. Blah ! Blah ! blah !

badgerbag

Hmmm, I can bring you some more supplementary food tonight during visiting hours! What would you like...

Jo

I've been asking around about the guests arriving at different times: you're just not supposed to ask. I have this from the supercool nurse who plays scrabble with us and kicks our asses, even though we're all on meds (where's the justice!) But I'm telling you you can show up with Jamba Juice in hand (!!) and you could even do it mid-day.

You totally rule btw

elswhere

Hey Jo-- if it's any comfort, I don't appear to have inherited my mom's bp. (Though of course I have My Own Issues. And my brother might have been diagnosed with azberrrgrs as a kid if they'd ever heard of it then. But, you know, it's always something.)

Anyway. Having a parent who is smart and savvy about their own emotions and mental/psychological stuff seems to me to have more effect than what the particular stuff is. Not to discount your worries, but that's been my experience.

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