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handful_ofdust"And on the third [week], things did not get better."
Went to bed at six this morning and forced myself back up at noon, because I needed to. My new Write What You Fear class starts tomorrow, the same day (I think) I agreed to take a call from my current family doctor, who I guess I'll have to tell about my various aches and pains, the way two toes on my right foot feel frozen together, the way my thumbs and little fingers curl tight and shimmer with bright, intermittent hurt. I was supposed to turn in a story I'd forgotten I owed today, but that's definitely not going to happen. Instead, I'm sitting on the couch as always, trying to re-organize the various boxes of crap that anchor this sagging, too-shallow seat cushion and prop up a bunch of lumbar pillows so my back won't go out of whack before I can get some stuff done, necessities I've put off long enough. Everything is days behind.
I'm still depressed and Mom's still unwell, equally depressed about that, and giving me shit about it. Doesn't help that since we "fell back," the sun starts going down at four, which means that even if we do get together to walk after Cal gets home from school, the light won't last. Most recently, I need to set up flu shots and booster shots for Cal and I, which only serves to remind me how Steve is now pretending we never had that conversation at all.
She and I also went to see Dune, which Mom actually liked a lot. I did too. And that's it for today, I think. I'm tired, and it's hard to concentrate.
Went to bed at six this morning and forced myself back up at noon, because I needed to. My new Write What You Fear class starts tomorrow, the same day (I think) I agreed to take a call from my current family doctor, who I guess I'll have to tell about my various aches and pains, the way two toes on my right foot feel frozen together, the way my thumbs and little fingers curl tight and shimmer with bright, intermittent hurt. I was supposed to turn in a story I'd forgotten I owed today, but that's definitely not going to happen. Instead, I'm sitting on the couch as always, trying to re-organize the various boxes of crap that anchor this sagging, too-shallow seat cushion and prop up a bunch of lumbar pillows so my back won't go out of whack before I can get some stuff done, necessities I've put off long enough. Everything is days behind.
I'm still depressed and Mom's still unwell, equally depressed about that, and giving me shit about it. Doesn't help that since we "fell back," the sun starts going down at four, which means that even if we do get together to walk after Cal gets home from school, the light won't last. Most recently, I need to set up flu shots and booster shots for Cal and I, which only serves to remind me how Steve is now pretending we never had that conversation at all.
She and I also went to see Dune, which Mom actually liked a lot. I did too. And that's it for today, I think. I'm tired, and it's hard to concentrate.
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Date: 2021-11-09 08:01 am (UTC)I should like to hear about Dune when you have the time or energy (rimshot), but until then, *hugs*
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Date: 2021-11-09 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-09 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-09 10:34 pm (UTC)