So today I had to say goodbye to my sweet Ukranian roommate. She discharged while I was out having dinner; I wrote her a note saying goodbye in Russian and wishing her well. She spoke very poor English but was one of the kindest and most interesting people I’ve met and I learned a lot from her and what she called “my oldness” (which really is just her wisdom).
And as if that weren’t stressful enough, dinner was massive. I had to consume carbs and ice cream, two huge trigger foods, and additional items. I want to cry and I’m shaking so badly. I hate this. I’m only persevering so I can get back to inpatient. I’m barely hanging on.