Finally an appt tomorrow and you call and say that you are injured and might not be able to work tomorrow. You said you were sorry and acknowledged the bad timing and I know you can't do anything about it, and yet... I'm still so devastated. I'm hurting so badly and I can't talk about it to anyone else and my world is crashing around me... And you are away again and I'm so mad at myself for caring. I'm not coping well at all and I don't know what to do. I want to crawl into a hole.