Immobilised
A few days ago, CarMax called to let me know the Smartie had gotten a wee bit of damage en route from Columbia to the lot up here. It appears that one of the hood clips had been broken off and would need to be replaced. The problem is, Smart Cars are made by Mercedes Benz (WHOA! SWAG! I had no idea), and they have to get the part from overseas. So I find myself now waiting at least five more days, maybe more. I hope not. I've been pretty much car-less now for a month.
I've paid all my bills online and have been chewing on the food I've had, but would prefer to eat only if that was all I had (I'm there!), but I had to give in and ask Janice if I could ride with her when she went out tomorrow. I have to get my anti-depressant and anti-seizure meds, and I really need to check the mailbox. Hopefully, this week will see my last week stuck at home. And I'll get to go see Diane, who is doing relatively well, but is still not back to 100%.
I have had housework to do but, once again, I find myself looking at all of it and being literally unable to compel myself to really care. It seems like it's happening like this at least once every five or so weeks. The docs have assured me this is normal with the kind of grief and PTSD I'm dealing with. It's almost like being paralysed. I did finally do laundry yesterday, but it's still sitting in the dryer. Aunt Tudi would be horrified by the state of the house, which is kind of ironic, since losing her is what has put me in the phantasmagoric state of immobility. It will be a year next month. Part of me thinks I should be moving on, but almost everyone else, including the docs, tell me that everyone runs on their own grief schedule. Since mine is tinged by PTSD, it's gonna take longer.
I've paid all my bills online and have been chewing on the food I've had, but would prefer to eat only if that was all I had (I'm there!), but I had to give in and ask Janice if I could ride with her when she went out tomorrow. I have to get my anti-depressant and anti-seizure meds, and I really need to check the mailbox. Hopefully, this week will see my last week stuck at home. And I'll get to go see Diane, who is doing relatively well, but is still not back to 100%.
I have had housework to do but, once again, I find myself looking at all of it and being literally unable to compel myself to really care. It seems like it's happening like this at least once every five or so weeks. The docs have assured me this is normal with the kind of grief and PTSD I'm dealing with. It's almost like being paralysed. I did finally do laundry yesterday, but it's still sitting in the dryer. Aunt Tudi would be horrified by the state of the house, which is kind of ironic, since losing her is what has put me in the phantasmagoric state of immobility. It will be a year next month. Part of me thinks I should be moving on, but almost everyone else, including the docs, tell me that everyone runs on their own grief schedule. Since mine is tinged by PTSD, it's gonna take longer.