Some days...
Dec. 6th, 2003 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburg"We may get tired, but she's still hurting, even if the reason for that pain is bullshit. We have to respect that."
WTF do I have to be the one to tell the Masters in Social Work this?
She's talking about setting boundaries and keeping them firm - I'm talking about coping with the pain and reducing it as fast and efficiently as possible.
Jeebus. I'm related to HER?!
We get tired, sure. But you always have to do you best. You fucking HAVE TO TRY, at least.
*grumble grumble grumble* Tired, my ass. I can give you tired. REAL tired. Go find her some Haldol and Ativan - that ought to solve your problem.
*deep cleansing breath*
Okay, I'll be suitable for human consumption now.
I'm even a better actor than she is, too.
WTF do I have to be the one to tell the Masters in Social Work this?
She's talking about setting boundaries and keeping them firm - I'm talking about coping with the pain and reducing it as fast and efficiently as possible.
Jeebus. I'm related to HER?!
We get tired, sure. But you always have to do you best. You fucking HAVE TO TRY, at least.
*grumble grumble grumble* Tired, my ass. I can give you tired. REAL tired. Go find her some Haldol and Ativan - that ought to solve your problem.
*deep cleansing breath*
Okay, I'll be suitable for human consumption now.
I'm even a better actor than she is, too.
