On the way to PT I needed some release. I’m feeling – well I can’t even describe what I am feeling grumpy doesn’t really do it justice. I’m in a a low place, and my brain seems to want to go to places I don’t want it to go.
Like the last time I had my “old” husband, how he was before he got sick, before we lost our house, our car, before little one started having issues, before I had my breakdown. We live fairly close to the mountains. And I won a weekend away 2 nights in a hotel in a touristy town in the mountains. 3 years ago in October. We hiked, we walked, and hiked some more.
Just a couple of the beautiful scenes we saw….
It was a hike we won’t ever be able to do again. It was a trip we won’t be able to repeat. I have sweet, memorable moments, and some weird ones too but I still feel sad when I think of the trip, it was probably the best trip we have taken in our 22 years together. I wish I had known it would be the last of it’s kind.
Hopefully we will have other trips and adventures, if his disability is approved without it, life will be hand to mouth forever. But Im getting ahead of myself. That’s too much for today. Hubby is off getting an xray because now he has neck and shoulder pain, combined with pain and tingling down the outside of his arm and numbness in his 3rd, 4th, and 5th fingers, unrelated to activity so it’s not carpal tunnel. He can just be sitting in the chair and they go numb. So something else to worry about….
Worry, worry, worry, that’s all I do.
Hubby and I made a deal, if I did the grocery shopping he would wash all the eggs we had waiting to be washed. I agreed to the deal and then remembered he would have washed them all anyway. CRAP! But no takebacks. So off I went to Walmart. As usual I put my reusable bags in the bottom of the cart whenI walked in so when my cart was overfowing (literally – we try to shop a month at time for things other than perishables)….So I had to dig through the cart to get those out. Fun times. And I hate the way people look at me when my cart is overflowing. Take a picture it’ll last longer…. they probably do and I am on the people of Walmart site somewhere. Once I finished Walmart I went to the local grocery store for meat. We don’t buy our meat at Walmart.
So I get home and one child ignores me and the other hollers at me. I said maybe it would be better if I were gone. And I wasn’t kidding. I am so tired of being disrespected, not listened to, and ignored. I want to run away. Part of me wants to go empty all our accounts and take off. You know, I would settle for a full night, and full day alone in a motel with no one talking to me, no one bothering me, no one ignoring me. But that’ll never happen. So my next wish is to be sick or hurt enough to go to the hospital for a day or three. Have meals brought to me, lay in bed and sleep as much as I want without people poking me awake.
Mary Poppins asked me about self harm the other day. I told her I have been thinking about it a lot, especially since I can’t turn to junk food anymore if I am going to follow what the endocrinologist wants…. and I don’t want to end up like dad. But I told her I would be having my other hand done soon so I have to wait. She joked that she was going to keep me scheduled in surgeries indefinitely …. I got plenty she could schedule- weight loss, skin removal, breast reduction, tonsillectomy, fix my other hip, lobotomy…ok that last one was a joke.
Im tired. And it’s not lack of sleep tired. I’m worn. And I have to spend tomorrow with my mom and step dad. It’ll be the first time I have seen him since “the text”. My husband wants to punch him out… Thankfully I know he has more self control…. I hope.
Ok so this one was written pre-surgery too, just barely 7/13/17 12:17am
I was reading a blog from someone in Europe and it made me think about the dreams I’ve always had about traveling.
There is so much of this country, and this world I want to see. I want to see New York City, I want to see the Grand Canyon, I want to see the Rocky Mountains, I want to drive Route 66, I want to go back to San Francisco, I want to see LA. And Hawaii we can’t forget Hawaii! And that’s just here in the USA.
I want to see more of the Caribbean. I want to go to Canada. I want to see France, Spain, Britain, Ireland, Scotland, New Zealand, Australia, and I know there are some more that I am forgetting.
I don’t know if this is another dream that will die and not come true or if someday I will get to see all these wonderfully exotic places. But for now maybe I’ll hold onto the dream for a little while.