Good Day, Bad Day

Started out a great day.  I went to a huge craft fair with my friends Janice and Stephanie (and Mindy and Stella were there for a little while, but Mindy had her baby and left early).  We had the best time and I got some great gifts.  We ate lunch at Cracker Barrel (pancakes!  biscuit!  egg!  hot tea!!) and headed home.  It was fun to come home and look at the things I got and show Karina the cute nap mat with attached pillow and blanket that I got for her thinking she could take it to my sister in law's house when we go visit. 

Karina and I had pizza for dinner, and started playing, and then the phone rang and it was Danise.  Begin bad part of the day.  She was hysterical.  She has been dealing with vision problems for a long time, and I've written about it here and here, but the doctors are (from what I could gather) starting to think it's permanent and may even get worse.  She said her whole body hurts, even her skin, and she is worried that the stress is really hurting her nervous system.  I talked to her and tried to get her to calm down for a while until her husband came home.  She always worries about being a burden.  I told her that her husband and family and I aren't caring for her because we HAVE to, but because we WANT to, because we love her.  She's not a burden, and that most importantly, what she perceives as HER being hard on Marc is actually Marc being upset that he can't fix it and make her feel better.  It's not her, it's her pain.  It's so hard to explain this difference, but she needs to hear it so much.  I talked to her until suddenly Marc's voice was on the phone, and he was there with her, so we hung up.  She is so strong, and it is so hard when she can't be strong anymore.  It's hard because I'm not there.  If she lived down the street, I would have gotten in the car and been there.  But I can't fly across the country like that.  WHY CAN'T SOMEONE INVENT TELEPORTERS THAT DON'T TURN YOU INTO MIXED UP CREATURES WHEN YOU REAPPEAR???  I know that sounds silly, but think of it from my perspective:  I could be there in a second to help her.  I am very worried.  I'm worried that she might actually be in worse shape than anyone suspects. 

Well, I'm not looking for advice here, so don't worry.  There's not really anything to say about it, just that it sucks.  I'm kind of just venting.  I really wanted you readers to know that you shouldn't feel like you need to offer a solution, I just sometimes need to write it down and see it in print.  I would certainly appreciate any positive thoughts you would be willing to send her way, though.  She needs them all.