I'm here everyday, even when I don't chime in. Sometimes, I just can't get the fingers to work.
Today, I have to do a bunch of cleaning up before I pick my husband up at the airport. Geez, I didn't do anything but stay in bed so how come I have to clean? Plus I gotta go grocery shopping. It's a beautiful day here, but I feel like going back to sleep!
I know, it seems like 'Woggy is always tired. I try and get her to rest as much as possible, but then she gets too nervous and, eventually, she'll have a crying fit (she has anxiety issues; she does better when she keeps busy). I am just the opposite--I have crying fits when I'm overly tired and down (I have depressive issues). I never feel rested. You know, they never tell you how it's going to be when you get older...
I've got a food stamps form to fill out today. I hope... well I've become exactly who we conservatives hate; those on Medicaid and food stamps, draining the government. 'Wog's on unemployment and they're giving her her stipend to go to school and upgrade her accounting skills (at 71!). I feel really bad about it--please understand, friends. I never thought we'd be in this mess. I sometimes think 'Woggy'd do better if I weren't here, but she says that's not true and she gets upset when I talk about it. I know this is a RTD state, but I can't imagine what it would take to talk my doc into that one. I just never want to leave Sis--but I can't imagine going on like this, and these two thoughts are continually fighting it out in my mind. Sometimes--most times--I hate being alive. And I'm terrified of a painful, horrible death and I just know that's what I'm going to have. I just don't know what to do.
Pardon me for going on and on about this--I guess everything has just gotten to me today. I know I should just talk about happy things. I wrote to Magdalene, but she won't write me back. I guess 7Gen TexMom is busy with other things, too. It's funny how you miss folks.
I'm here everyday, even when I don't chime in. Sometimes, I just can't get the fingers to work.
ReplyDeleteToday, I have to do a bunch of cleaning up before I pick my husband up at the airport. Geez, I didn't do anything but stay in bed so how come I have to clean? Plus I gotta go grocery shopping. It's a beautiful day here, but I feel like going back to sleep!
I know, it seems like 'Woggy is always tired. I try and get her to rest as much as possible, but then she gets too nervous and, eventually, she'll have a crying fit (she has anxiety issues; she does better when she keeps busy). I am just the opposite--I have crying fits when I'm overly tired and down (I have depressive issues). I never feel rested. You know, they never tell you how it's going to be when you get older...
ReplyDeleteI've got a food stamps form to fill out today. I hope... well I've become exactly who we conservatives hate; those on Medicaid and food stamps, draining the government. 'Wog's on unemployment and they're giving her her stipend to go to school and upgrade her accounting skills (at 71!). I feel really bad about it--please understand, friends. I never thought we'd be in this mess. I sometimes think 'Woggy'd do better if I weren't here, but she says that's not true and she gets upset when I talk about it. I know this is a RTD state, but I can't imagine what it would take to talk my doc into that one. I just never want to leave Sis--but I can't imagine going on like this, and these two thoughts are continually fighting it out in my mind. Sometimes--most times--I hate being alive. And I'm terrified of a painful, horrible death and I just know that's what I'm going to have. I just don't know what to do.
Pardon me for going on and on about this--I guess everything has just gotten to me today. I know I should just talk about happy things. I wrote to Magdalene, but she won't write me back. I guess 7Gen TexMom is busy with other things, too. It's funny how you miss folks.
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DeleteWhew! They're finally done up here. I'm playing some music to feel better--and drown out the jackhammers digging up the swimming pool...
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