I had all of the facts you gave. If you want a better answer, then you have to give more information, darlin'. Because I'm not one to just keep typing *hugs* and nothing else, like a lot of people seem to do. And you know that.
You're right, I don't want you driving off a bridge on Christmas Eve either. But pushing yourself to the edge and driving off a bridge are two extremes. There's ALWAYS a middle ground. Always. Even if that middle ground includes getting on the computer and sending an e-mail saying "call me". That's all that have to be in it. Then there are those of us who would move heaven and earth to do just that and to keep you on this side of sane.
And, quite honestly, it's hard to tell if there's a reason you pushed to the break point. You do it so often that it's not easy to tell if you did it because you had to, or if you did it out of spite for someone else. Because sometimes it seems like that's the reason you do it. To prove to your family or her family or someone else that you're still tough or that you can do anything you want to when you put your mind to it. It really drives me nuts sometimes, being here while you're there, and not being able to grab you and sit you down when you need to be sat. Then we hear about it later and you're talking about how you drove for 10 hours because it had to be done. Bullshit. Even if you couldn't afford a hotel room, it doesn't take a lot to throw a couple of sleeping bags and pillows in the car and pull over at a rest stop for a few hours sleep. Or to have Megan do some of the driving for once.
The bottom line is that you need to take care of yourself. Over and over you push it, and over and over you crash.
*sigh* This is turning into a rant, and that's not what I wanted. So I'm going to stop. You know that I love you. You know that whatever I say is generated by worry and concern. I'm sorry if it comes across otherwise, but that's the truth.
I just get so frustrated watching you from a distance.
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Date: 2004-01-05 12:01 pm (UTC)You're right, I don't want you driving off a bridge on Christmas Eve either. But pushing yourself to the edge and driving off a bridge are two extremes. There's ALWAYS a middle ground. Always. Even if that middle ground includes getting on the computer and sending an e-mail saying "call me". That's all that have to be in it. Then there are those of us who would move heaven and earth to do just that and to keep you on this side of sane.
And, quite honestly, it's hard to tell if there's a reason you pushed to the break point. You do it so often that it's not easy to tell if you did it because you had to, or if you did it out of spite for someone else. Because sometimes it seems like that's the reason you do it. To prove to your family or her family or someone else that you're still tough or that you can do anything you want to when you put your mind to it. It really drives me nuts sometimes, being here while you're there, and not being able to grab you and sit you down when you need to be sat. Then we hear about it later and you're talking about how you drove for 10 hours because it had to be done. Bullshit. Even if you couldn't afford a hotel room, it doesn't take a lot to throw a couple of sleeping bags and pillows in the car and pull over at a rest stop for a few hours sleep. Or to have Megan do some of the driving for once.
The bottom line is that you need to take care of yourself. Over and over you push it, and over and over you crash.
*sigh* This is turning into a rant, and that's not what I wanted. So I'm going to stop. You know that I love you. You know that whatever I say is generated by worry and concern. I'm sorry if it comes across otherwise, but that's the truth.
I just get so frustrated watching you from a distance.
Sorry.
Love you.