Your fresh food
…pretty much anything you had on your mind that day.
Notes to myself:
Plants: significant to me because one was inherited, and I was very upset for that reason.
Solution: Tough to anticipate, but blown glass slow waterer is a thought.
Mail: I really didn’t think of it. I got one delivery, but the rest piled up.
Solution: Make arrangements.
Bills: The ones that slipped my mind were yearly.
Solution: Not too much that I could’ve done here, since things I missed were mailed. Pay more attention, I guess?
Trash: I had no idea. Completely forgot that I had plans to take out the trash. So, coffee grounds sat for 2 months both in the trash & the machine.
Solution: Keep up with trash.
Fresh food: Another thing that slipped my mind. It wasn’t terrible, but there were a couple of things that had to go.
Solution: I guess just be more aware of what’s in there. Hard to think about stuff like this when you’re in pain, though. I guess it falls under “make arrangements”.
Laundry: I’m nearly always behind on my laundry, and I was that day.
Solution: Try to keep up with laundry.
I’m gonna getcha getcha getcha
In the US workforce, there’s an expression, “Plan for the day you are hit by a bus.” It means that a smart employer, and an understanding employee would know better than to make one person “indispensable”. I use quotes because none of us are indispensable. The best we can hope for is to make ourselves valuable.
So, that day when you are hit by the metaphorical bus, what happens? You are busy performing triage on the situation, meanwhile, life continues on….
All of the sudden, it is May. I was in the nursing home/rehab/I mostly called it hospital when writing about it… almost exactly TWO MONTHS. Right now, I feel as if I would no longer choose inpatient rehab. Yes, there should be a dash in that word, but the way I have it is much more appropriate.
I was treated in what is basically an old folks home. I am not that old of a folk. But, I’ve mentioned before, our healthcare works in mysterious ways. I don’t think I would make the same decision now, but understand, I was asked the question while heavily medicated post-surgery and in a hospital bed, and I did not want to burden my family.
But, on to the present… I have bills near due and possibly past due, my favorite plant is nearly gone, my rice milk sat in the fridge since March…. I’m just really overwhelmed. I decided to stop all my meds bc I am tired of it, but I am wondering if I should go back on one. But, the thing is, it is normal and natural to feel overwhelmed in a situation like this, yes? So, I don’t know.
When we last left my life, I was trying to find a job. The only interesting thing that happened on this front was that I filled out a questionnaire… I had to borrow an outdated machine to do it, but of course, I was grateful. I haven’t heard anything since then, so onward.
I am supposed to start outpatient PT in a couple of weeks. Right now, in this moment, I don’t feel like going. I am sick of Drs and hospitals and everything having to do with them.
My life in the old folks home consisted of me going to music classes to prepare for the yearly talent show. I also did arts and crafts. That part of life was sweet. I made friends and influenced no one. People said such wonderful things to me when I was leaving- that I was beautiful and kind hearted and that they will miss talking to me. I will miss this.
I am totally overwhelmed because I don’t have tons of help. GF helps, but wants me, quite rightly, to be independent. This is hard, because when we are weak, we tend to overburden those we love. I think my friends and family are sick of me being sick. GF says I have been feeling sorry for myself. I do. And I feel jealous of people who seem to have their lives together more than I do. Friends and family who are married with kids, living in houses…
So, it’s a tough day, internet friends, but your posts are a great distraction…
Do your PT.
Aside from just enjoying the bands more than dumbells, I like the way progression is conveyed through color. For the moment, that’s the closest I think I will be getting to karate belts, and I love it.
So far, I’ve been promoted twice! While this really only means that I’ve moved closer to average, that still gives me the happies!
Working out in a chair. I can do it! 💪
This is a bunny I made from random stuff in my room. Easter is kinda like this bunny in that I am trying to make something out of nothing.
I slept all day, almost literally, if it weren’t for the meal interludes. The best meal today was the one I scraped together from gifts from the Girlfriend: canned ravioli, special vegan protein drink, and some fancy chocolate with fruit in it. I feel like Easter started with that meal.
I hid from the world and slept, which, if you are reasonably healthy here, aside from broken things, you can occasionally get away with. No one came to visit me on Easter, which sucks so much. There were visitors everywhere and just hearing them from behind my closed door was already too much to handle. I have this great neighbor who kept knocking, for what it’s worth, but I couldnt make it to the door in time and didnt want to try. As cool as dormmates can be, sometimes you just need to be alone, to contemplate your aloneness. What can I say, I’m a complicated being.
Girlfriend is away this Easter, as is often the case, so the gifts were from previous visits. The whatnow family was busy doing things that did not involve me, and to be fair, most were away as well. So, it’s not personal. It just feel that way sometimes, which makes weekends here the hardest for me. Then Sunday, I remember my ankle homework and take the time to complete it, or not, but usually I do.
I have a nearly completed Easter egg that needs finishing too. It actually looks pretty good half finished, so thats nice.
I have also watched so many food shows its unbelieveable. I cant wait until this thing is fixed.