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I've been fighting off constant exhaustion for a number of weeks now. The only solution I've found thus far is to keep myself up, moving around and doing things. The end result of this is a pissed off kitty since I'm rarely home, and when I am home I'm out cold. Poor little Miss Mang.
I find myself wondering if I need to get back on my antidepressant. Especially since Dad is not doing well at all these days, either in body or in mind. I'm trying to keep it from getting to me since really, there's nothing I can do. But at the same time, there's nothing I can do. Telling him that I love him and am there for him feels woefully inadequate and I think...
... I think sometimes that there must be some line, some limit that is set for each of us which should not be passed lest we reach a point where we are permanently damaged. And I can only hope that Dad's limit is beyond the scope of most ordinary humans.
Oh, and I bought a wok. Carbon steel. It's pretty sweet.
I find myself wondering if I need to get back on my antidepressant. Especially since Dad is not doing well at all these days, either in body or in mind. I'm trying to keep it from getting to me since really, there's nothing I can do. But at the same time, there's nothing I can do. Telling him that I love him and am there for him feels woefully inadequate and I think...
... I think sometimes that there must be some line, some limit that is set for each of us which should not be passed lest we reach a point where we are permanently damaged. And I can only hope that Dad's limit is beyond the scope of most ordinary humans.
Oh, and I bought a wok. Carbon steel. It's pretty sweet.