everything at once.
Manchester is amazing, but right now all kinds of shit are happening at once.
Last week about a square-foot of the ceiling came down.
A couple of days ago we discovered a leak in the wall, with water streaming out of it. The adjacent wall is sporting a massive wet spot, and the electris are in the vicinity. Out of fear of being electrocuted we turn them off as much as possible, which means I have very little internet to speak of.
One of my housemates has a concussion and had to go back to the A&E yesterday; other housemate and I went too so she wouldn't be all on her own. Her condition is constantly going up and down. I'm taking care of walking the dog and other housemate and I are monitoring her to figure out if she needs to go back to hospital or whatever (she is up and about but the fact she hasn't been taking proper care of herself is what landed her back in A&E. I'm hoping it served as a wake-up call but that remains to be seen!)
Last night I also discovered that Paco, the Alaskan Malamute mix I used to take care of, died almost exactly a year ago. Cue regret, guilt-tripping, missing him & the family I lost. I haven't seen them or talked to them in four years. Emotionally I'm going back several years into my past, revisiting the shame of having a depression, wanting to take responsibility but emotionally not being able to. (Yes, I understand that it was triggered by the depression and I did as much about it as I could. Doesn't mean that I don't fervently wish it could have been different, especially as I thought I had time to make my peace with family and see Paco again. I can't. It's too late. He's gone.)
Last week about a square-foot of the ceiling came down.
A couple of days ago we discovered a leak in the wall, with water streaming out of it. The adjacent wall is sporting a massive wet spot, and the electris are in the vicinity. Out of fear of being electrocuted we turn them off as much as possible, which means I have very little internet to speak of.
One of my housemates has a concussion and had to go back to the A&E yesterday; other housemate and I went too so she wouldn't be all on her own. Her condition is constantly going up and down. I'm taking care of walking the dog and other housemate and I are monitoring her to figure out if she needs to go back to hospital or whatever (she is up and about but the fact she hasn't been taking proper care of herself is what landed her back in A&E. I'm hoping it served as a wake-up call but that remains to be seen!)
Last night I also discovered that Paco, the Alaskan Malamute mix I used to take care of, died almost exactly a year ago. Cue regret, guilt-tripping, missing him & the family I lost. I haven't seen them or talked to them in four years. Emotionally I'm going back several years into my past, revisiting the shame of having a depression, wanting to take responsibility but emotionally not being able to. (Yes, I understand that it was triggered by the depression and I did as much about it as I could. Doesn't mean that I don't fervently wish it could have been different, especially as I thought I had time to make my peace with family and see Paco again. I can't. It's too late. He's gone.)