The last 90 days have threatened my sanity and wellbeing like no other 90 period in recent memory.
~I lost my department position. In fact, I lost my job. My assistant took over the Director's chair, and I was fired. So, I switched offices, but can't seem to get any work going at all. I let my personal business lapse when I took the Director's chair, and now am back at the beginning. This means no paycheck for the last 4 months...
Then, I had a date. He was very strange, and decided I was stalking material. I had to deal with the police for that one. I've got a temporary restraining order on him, and will have to go to court to get it permanent.
O.K., so that's rough. Let's add to the mix, shall we?
My best friend on this planet had his 4th child in February. Well, he didn't, but his wife did. They now have 4 children under 9. She has a bad case of rheumatoid arthritis. It went dormant while she was pregnant, but a horrendous flareup happened in late April, incapacitating her and leaving him in charge of the 4 kids. I flew back to Tennessee to help out for a week in May...he's a good Dad, but also travels for work a lot. I helped out until one of her sisters was able to get away until he came home.
Then, in late May, my father fell (he's 82) and broke 3 ribs, his wrist, and had internal injuries to his liver and spleen. He wouldn't go to the hospital, though, and no amount of bullying was able to get him there. Finally, I snuck a call to his GP, who put pressure on Dad to go to the hospital. I drove, and waited, and drove home. No surgery, thank God. So then he decided (with the help of the percocet) that he should go for a walk; he usually walks about 4 miles 3x a week. The next day it hurt to breathe, so I loaded him up on percocet and kidnapped him to his Dr. He was fine, although madder than a wet hen once he realized what I had done. LOL! He's fine now, but it was a big problem at the time.
Then my mother had knee replacement surgery. In New Jersey. So I went out there to give her a bit of a hand. She's doing fine now, as well.
And because I was losing my mind at this point, a friend and I jumped in her 4by4 and went to Zion National Park and Monument Valley. 4 days of r+r...except it wasn't too restful nor relaxing. She's in the middle of a major clinical depression episode with suicidal ideations, and has attempted it 4 times in the last 5 months. Her Dr. wants her hospitalized, but instead, she is staying with me while she gets through this episode. Although her Dr. agrees with this, and I agree with this (last chance sort of stuff), two weeks ago a gun was ordered...and I hit the roof. She's still here, only because she really is resisting the hospital, but it's wearing thin. (For those who don't know, I have clinical depression; stable now, but always there). This is enormously hard on me...but I grab a cat and cuddle when I need some loving.
And last week, I had two skin cancer spots taken off my neck and shoulder.
So that's where I've been the last few months; fighting to maintain my sanity, no money, and trying to be a good friend and daughter.
Someday, there will be time for me. There really will. Can I come visit you? And no-one will get the phone number, I promise. Please?
Best-
Michele
~I lost my department position. In fact, I lost my job. My assistant took over the Director's chair, and I was fired. So, I switched offices, but can't seem to get any work going at all. I let my personal business lapse when I took the Director's chair, and now am back at the beginning. This means no paycheck for the last 4 months...
Then, I had a date. He was very strange, and decided I was stalking material. I had to deal with the police for that one. I've got a temporary restraining order on him, and will have to go to court to get it permanent.
O.K., so that's rough. Let's add to the mix, shall we?
My best friend on this planet had his 4th child in February. Well, he didn't, but his wife did. They now have 4 children under 9. She has a bad case of rheumatoid arthritis. It went dormant while she was pregnant, but a horrendous flareup happened in late April, incapacitating her and leaving him in charge of the 4 kids. I flew back to Tennessee to help out for a week in May...he's a good Dad, but also travels for work a lot. I helped out until one of her sisters was able to get away until he came home.
Then, in late May, my father fell (he's 82) and broke 3 ribs, his wrist, and had internal injuries to his liver and spleen. He wouldn't go to the hospital, though, and no amount of bullying was able to get him there. Finally, I snuck a call to his GP, who put pressure on Dad to go to the hospital. I drove, and waited, and drove home. No surgery, thank God. So then he decided (with the help of the percocet) that he should go for a walk; he usually walks about 4 miles 3x a week. The next day it hurt to breathe, so I loaded him up on percocet and kidnapped him to his Dr. He was fine, although madder than a wet hen once he realized what I had done. LOL! He's fine now, but it was a big problem at the time.
Then my mother had knee replacement surgery. In New Jersey. So I went out there to give her a bit of a hand. She's doing fine now, as well.
And because I was losing my mind at this point, a friend and I jumped in her 4by4 and went to Zion National Park and Monument Valley. 4 days of r+r...except it wasn't too restful nor relaxing. She's in the middle of a major clinical depression episode with suicidal ideations, and has attempted it 4 times in the last 5 months. Her Dr. wants her hospitalized, but instead, she is staying with me while she gets through this episode. Although her Dr. agrees with this, and I agree with this (last chance sort of stuff), two weeks ago a gun was ordered...and I hit the roof. She's still here, only because she really is resisting the hospital, but it's wearing thin. (For those who don't know, I have clinical depression; stable now, but always there). This is enormously hard on me...but I grab a cat and cuddle when I need some loving.
And last week, I had two skin cancer spots taken off my neck and shoulder.
So that's where I've been the last few months; fighting to maintain my sanity, no money, and trying to be a good friend and daughter.
Someday, there will be time for me. There really will. Can I come visit you? And no-one will get the phone number, I promise. Please?
Best-
Michele
