Papi's manic.
His eyes are crossing while he's trying to stay awake, but he's insisting on doing more.
"Maybe you want to help me?" he asks with the snark level on high.
No, I want to finally write today, because I haven't been able to write for a few days. However, I helped him anyway, because I really just want him to go to sleep.
It's been so busy.
Really busy.
I saved as much food as I could because I needed to eat, but damn!
Every time I turn around, I'm going for another hang out, which usually includes food and I'm not starving. Let me just say that.
I'm not liking what I see in the mirror, so it may be time to cover up those reflective demons.
It seems we have lunch and dinner booked for the next 9 days. Today is my last Thursday Lunch with my mother.
My Eternal Friend warned me, "Just wait until you get closer to the date. It gets even worse."
I have friends that stopped having anything to do with me when I said I'd like to say goodbye. They may try to catch up now, but I'm too far gone.
I realize now that my migraine is 100% due to the anxiety and stress.
The other day, I thought it vanished and I was excited that it would be a day to live without pain killers.
Then I spoke about everything we need to do, my mind started racing, my heart started squeezing and BOOM!
It was back, creeping up the left side my cheek bones until it landed throbbing at my temple.
My doctor was hoping to hear a miracle when I saw her the other day, but unfortunately, she wrote me a script for more morphine.
She also doesn't understand the stress. "But it's a good thing you're doing!"
No, she doesn't get it.
I tried to explain, "Well, all my comfort is gone. All my things that keep me happy are gone and I'm living in chaos. It's really hard."
Not too many people understand.
I had awesome words from one reader who said how she gets stressed out when she's running 10 minutes behind if her dog takes too long to poop and I realized, any stress I've ever felt is only relative.
I've felt that stress before.
Now that stress seems like nothing, but to her it's everything, because she's living in it.
It is probably how people who don't understand view this.
It's really nothing to them, because they can't relate.
Man.
Try having every corner of your life either in boxes, gone or changed.
We humans hate change.
As I write, I'm looking at Papi, and wishing he would start the Graveyard Coma because he just looks so damn tired.
I made the mistake of saying, "Hey, Papi, maybe you should just go to sleep?" because his face was getting quite pale.
"Honey, I'm trying to do this, don't stress me out!!!"
Niether of us has really had 'normal' for weeks.
There is no more 'normal'.
Not right now, and I suspect, there will be no 'normal' for a long time.
We've abandoned our lives for a new one.
Our lives changed when we made the decision to strive for a better life.
There will come a point when all of this does become old hat.
Can you imagine?
When life with goats, a veggie garden, chickens, gads of dogs and island living (and perhaps a donkey?!?!?) becomes 'normal'?
Hard for me to fathom.
But it will.
His eyes are crossing while he's trying to stay awake, but he's insisting on doing more.
"Maybe you want to help me?" he asks with the snark level on high.
No, I want to finally write today, because I haven't been able to write for a few days. However, I helped him anyway, because I really just want him to go to sleep.
It's been so busy.
Really busy.
I saved as much food as I could because I needed to eat, but damn!
Every time I turn around, I'm going for another hang out, which usually includes food and I'm not starving. Let me just say that.
I'm not liking what I see in the mirror, so it may be time to cover up those reflective demons.
It seems we have lunch and dinner booked for the next 9 days. Today is my last Thursday Lunch with my mother.
My Eternal Friend warned me, "Just wait until you get closer to the date. It gets even worse."
I have friends that stopped having anything to do with me when I said I'd like to say goodbye. They may try to catch up now, but I'm too far gone.
I realize now that my migraine is 100% due to the anxiety and stress.
The other day, I thought it vanished and I was excited that it would be a day to live without pain killers.
Then I spoke about everything we need to do, my mind started racing, my heart started squeezing and BOOM!
It was back, creeping up the left side my cheek bones until it landed throbbing at my temple.
My doctor was hoping to hear a miracle when I saw her the other day, but unfortunately, she wrote me a script for more morphine.
She also doesn't understand the stress. "But it's a good thing you're doing!"
No, she doesn't get it.
I tried to explain, "Well, all my comfort is gone. All my things that keep me happy are gone and I'm living in chaos. It's really hard."
Not too many people understand.
I had awesome words from one reader who said how she gets stressed out when she's running 10 minutes behind if her dog takes too long to poop and I realized, any stress I've ever felt is only relative.
I've felt that stress before.
Now that stress seems like nothing, but to her it's everything, because she's living in it.
It is probably how people who don't understand view this.
It's really nothing to them, because they can't relate.
Man.
Try having every corner of your life either in boxes, gone or changed.
We humans hate change.
As I write, I'm looking at Papi, and wishing he would start the Graveyard Coma because he just looks so damn tired.
I made the mistake of saying, "Hey, Papi, maybe you should just go to sleep?" because his face was getting quite pale.
"Honey, I'm trying to do this, don't stress me out!!!"
Niether of us has really had 'normal' for weeks.
There is no more 'normal'.
Not right now, and I suspect, there will be no 'normal' for a long time.
We've abandoned our lives for a new one.
Our lives changed when we made the decision to strive for a better life.
There will come a point when all of this does become old hat.
Can you imagine?
When life with goats, a veggie garden, chickens, gads of dogs and island living (and perhaps a donkey?!?!?) becomes 'normal'?
Hard for me to fathom.
But it will.
my angels are helping me with every step i take. they are always here
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