I find it interesting that some of the exercises I've already done on my own.
Go Figure. I finally watched Nurse Betty in its entirety. 1999. Dad's last six months was such hell for me. A torturing us all. Not being able to sleep with his wandering and waking me up. Trying to work to pay bills.
The week he died getting no sleep because A insisted on me taking him to her chiropractor (that she'd never been to in south san jose) on a Tuesday, listening to him cry and complain, begging for Vicodin. My chiropractor that I'd seen on a regular basis in Santa Clara wasn't good enough for her diabolical plans. Then her insisting I take him Thursday because the chiro was going on vacation. I refused so she guilted Mit into taking him so Mit would say Mit killed him. He died that Sunday in Kaiser.
Weird how I didn't know this writing would come out like this. I kept seeing parts of the movie and couldn't wrap my head around it. Then when I tried to find it to watch it I couldn't. So yesterday (Daily Word freedom) I decided to go to Milpitas Grt Mall and stopped by Northside library and there it was along with other dvds I wanted to watch and the Cricket for Dummies.
Somehow the movie in 1999 was linked to my discomfort still remaining from then.
Unconsciously I chose the time frame to release the remainder of my pain, grief and anger about Sunday, September 5, 1999.