He has got some-one lined up to look after all his patients.

He said there would be sadness (got that), logic (got that) and anger (wonder where that is).

Well the anger raised its ugly head, last night even though I know he deserves a break logically. The anger is huge and kinda aimed at the whole world. Totally irrational.

I wish I could just stuff the anger into a box and ignore it and be kind and gracious to all, but I am feeling things and want to swear so much. I am so glad I live on my own because I know I would hurt any-one near me. I am just like some huge pimple wanting to burst. I just want to tell him to go away now.