Friday, November 21, 2014
I woke up to an upset stomach today and concluded on the drive to boot camp that I think it's in my head. Yesterday I spent hourS on the phone (which I never do) with one of my favorite people in the world, a friend I first met in law school. She lives halfway across the country and the best way to describe her current status is distress. She's so unhappy and I want more than anything to be able to fix it somehow. It hurts my heart to know how sad she is. She's already been through a lot in terms of a divorce, a move, the death of a parent, fertility struggles, the serious illness of her other parent (who didn't take care of herself well as she dealt with her husband's illness), one of the most stressful jobs in this country (complete with being assailed on various "news" networks), the death of both of her dogs within a couple years of each other, a stress fracture, and now, a supportive partner who is AWOL due to his own insane work. God never gives you more than you can handle, right? Actually, I don't buy that -- sadly, some people decide they can't handle it. I'm not worried about her in that regard, but I wish so much I could make it better. I'm hoping that I can manage a visit to see her in January, but that's a long time away. I'm at a loss. I wish I had Inspector Gadget arms and I could just stretch them out and give her the biggest hug ever.