The Shite That Is My Life
As noted in the previous post, there's some really bad stuff going on in my life right now. It's taken this long in the day for me to come to grips with how to post about this in my blog.
Here's the scoop, so to speak, behind the cut for those who don't want to know or don't care. For those who do, I'm only talking in generalities here for various reasons.
I'm having very bad abdominal pain, to the point where I can't bend at all and where I scream depending on how I move; the doctors say it's unrelated to...
A potential cancer diagnosis (that's been looming over my head since March).
My bank accounts and credit card were both hacked, and I'm pretty broke. Those are being worked on, but haven't been resolved as yet, but I don't have access to all that much money, and...
My mother brought bed bugs into my house, and now I've got them and have to have them dealt with. The house has to be packed up and cleaned, and then the exterminators have to come in. That's going to take money (see above).
My mother has finally been declared incompetent due to her dementia, and is going into a home today.
And it turns out that I'm allergic to bed bugs. Seriously allergic, to the point where I've had to call the paramedics in twice in three days because of the bites.
I've been seriously stressed out the last few months (well, since March and the potential cancer diagnosis). The first cancer tests were inconclusive, and things went to hell in a handbasket with the pandemic and all.
I could probably have handled one of the disasters in my life, but not all of them at once, and the mental pressure and strain have been getting to me. Severe panic attacks and massive crying jags have become part of my life. And I've seriously considered walking into traffic several times, but...no.
The allergic reaction to the bed bugs has just made everything else worse, to be honest.
There are a lot of days, where I just feel like I'm losing it.
And that's it in a nutshell. Or maybe I'm just slowly about to have a nervous breakdown.
Here's the scoop, so to speak, behind the cut for those who don't want to know or don't care. For those who do, I'm only talking in generalities here for various reasons.
I'm having very bad abdominal pain, to the point where I can't bend at all and where I scream depending on how I move; the doctors say it's unrelated to...
A potential cancer diagnosis (that's been looming over my head since March).
My bank accounts and credit card were both hacked, and I'm pretty broke. Those are being worked on, but haven't been resolved as yet, but I don't have access to all that much money, and...
My mother brought bed bugs into my house, and now I've got them and have to have them dealt with. The house has to be packed up and cleaned, and then the exterminators have to come in. That's going to take money (see above).
My mother has finally been declared incompetent due to her dementia, and is going into a home today.
And it turns out that I'm allergic to bed bugs. Seriously allergic, to the point where I've had to call the paramedics in twice in three days because of the bites.
I've been seriously stressed out the last few months (well, since March and the potential cancer diagnosis). The first cancer tests were inconclusive, and things went to hell in a handbasket with the pandemic and all.
I could probably have handled one of the disasters in my life, but not all of them at once, and the mental pressure and strain have been getting to me. Severe panic attacks and massive crying jags have become part of my life. And I've seriously considered walking into traffic several times, but...no.
The allergic reaction to the bed bugs has just made everything else worse, to be honest.
There are a lot of days, where I just feel like I'm losing it.
And that's it in a nutshell. Or maybe I'm just slowly about to have a nervous breakdown.