postive things
I’m feeling much better than I was when I posted back on the 9th.
My health insurance finally came through so I’m taking my medication at the proper dosage once again. I’ve also taken steps to get my daily calorie intake up to a level where I’m functioning instead of just surviving.
Other positive things-
After a couple weeks with nothing promising on the job front, about four positions have come up in the past few days that I’m going to apply for. Maybe something will work out. Not that I’m terribly eager to get back to work (because let’s face it, its work) but I’d feel a bit more secure with a steady income and some reliable health insurance coverage.
The weather is wonderfully mild for mid-November, temperatures in the 50’s and 60’s this last week.
I’m getting back into the habit of writing everyday, which is great. When I’m not writing I always feel sort of directionless. Practicing and honing my craft gives me a real sense of purpose and accomplishment.
I find taking care of my grandmother really rewarding. Since I moved in with her, I’ve taken over changing the bedding every week and yesterday she thanked me for that and was telling me what a terrible time she used to have doing it by herself and how much easier having me around made life for her. It really makes me feel good knowing I’m helping her even if it is in a very small and simple way.
My health insurance finally came through so I’m taking my medication at the proper dosage once again. I’ve also taken steps to get my daily calorie intake up to a level where I’m functioning instead of just surviving.
Other positive things-
After a couple weeks with nothing promising on the job front, about four positions have come up in the past few days that I’m going to apply for. Maybe something will work out. Not that I’m terribly eager to get back to work (because let’s face it, its work) but I’d feel a bit more secure with a steady income and some reliable health insurance coverage.
The weather is wonderfully mild for mid-November, temperatures in the 50’s and 60’s this last week.
I’m getting back into the habit of writing everyday, which is great. When I’m not writing I always feel sort of directionless. Practicing and honing my craft gives me a real sense of purpose and accomplishment.
I find taking care of my grandmother really rewarding. Since I moved in with her, I’ve taken over changing the bedding every week and yesterday she thanked me for that and was telling me what a terrible time she used to have doing it by herself and how much easier having me around made life for her. It really makes me feel good knowing I’m helping her even if it is in a very small and simple way.