journal therapy

Aug 10, 2012 20:04

Oops. I thought I'd only missed one night of journal writing but it must have been two. Last time I wrote I planned to go to bed early(ish) I did get to bed at a decent hour. However my dad woke me up at 1am because our cat Furby was "crying" (She's blind and old and my dad coddles her) So I got up and fed her then went back to bed. I laid there until 4am. This is why I have to get my own place. I can't take care of myself properly when I'm expected to put everyone's needs before mine. I don't mind being the caretaker when it's necessary but how hard is it to open a can of cat food?
My parents really need more help than I can provide. Especially with my own illness. Today I was checking out the swelling on my dad's feet and realized that he had ripped of the nail on his little toe. He had no idea, couldn't feel it at all. I've been trying to get him to make regular appointments with a foot doctor but he ignores me.
On the plus side I have an unexpected day off. I was supposed to take my client to the Sykesville Ag and Youth Fair, but the weather report says severe storms, hail etc. So I moved the trip to a night when the sky won't be trying to kill us. :)
My dad and I are watching the Pittsburgh Pirates right now, which is a nice way to end the day, when my dad isn't cursing at the T.V. that is. ;p
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