September 23, 2003
L.M. was very ill this morning. She has been on my mind all day. I’m having a lot of difficulty with being away from her. My new job isn’t helping. Eight months when I could’ve stayed with her, and she gets this sick once I become employed yet without the ability to call-in and stay with her like when I was management and salaried. And with the paychecks I’m going to receive, I can’t give her much either. I feel very incompetent. She loves me so much. And I can’t help her. And I wasn’t there for her today either.