Posted by Partlycloudy on December 16, 2008, at 18:43:03
Well the day doesn't start out so great. Panic attack at 4:30am. I get up, read a bit of the paper and then let NPR lull me back to sleep for a bit.
I'm at my best mid morning. If you can call it that.
By afternoon, I'm exhausted.
Suppertime is tear inducing. Thank good I've put a bunch of stuff in the freezer, but lately had needed help getting that stuff to the microwave.
Then I cry.
Then I grimace while the DH flip flip flips through the channels because the DVR player won't be getting fixed and NO there's no Tivo in this house and he can't handle the faintest whiff of a commercial.
I hang on until it's time to go to bed. I do manage to brush my teeth and sometimes wash my face.
That would be the day.
Today was therapy.
Tomorrow is a women's support group.
Thursday is a private yoga class because I think I need it.
Friday I'm back at the chiropractor.I try to keep the days filled - one thing on each day as I can handle it.
Christmas is unthinkable right now, but it looms. No cards this year, aren't going to happen. Managed to finish (almost) the shopping, but with no joy whatever. Every single day is a supreme effort.
That's the report for today.
poster:Partlycloudy
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