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Hanging in there
Feb. 3rd, 2004 11:24 amI guess you could call it that. It's Tuesday morning and I already feel like I've been drained. I worked late last night, got home, ate a spinach and feta omelet and went to bed. Lee took care of Granny.
When I woke up this morning, my eyes were crusted together at the eyelashes. This usually happens when I've worn my contacts too long. But it's been a glasses kind of day for the past week. I don't know what's going on. They feel like there's sandpaper on the inside of my eyelids and the bags underneath are puffier than usual.
Lee called me this morning on the way to work, depressed about not having anything to look forward to. He said he needed to get away and then quickly changed it to "we" need to get away. This is the second time he's done that... admitted he needed to get away in the singular and then changed it to include me.
It doesn't help that it's overcast today with intermitent showers. I'm behind at work because of missing a couple of days last week. It normally would have been made up by now by staying late a couple of nights, burning the midnight oil, but I cannot do that anymore. So, more stress on my shoulders.
I talked to a friend last night who went through similar circumstances. He's an attorney and I originally stopped him in the hall asking about power of attorney and such, but the conversation grew. His personal solution was to place his grandmother in an assisted living facility. He made it sound easy. He had the full support of his siblings. He was the eldest of those siblings and they naturally looked to him for leadership and decision making. But as the little sister of a brother who insists that she will not go into such a place, I feel my voice is a weak one and may be selfish.
It's clearly what's bogging down my mind and my spirits and forces me to think slowly and more deliberately and taking one minute at a time in the other areas of my life.
When I woke up this morning, my eyes were crusted together at the eyelashes. This usually happens when I've worn my contacts too long. But it's been a glasses kind of day for the past week. I don't know what's going on. They feel like there's sandpaper on the inside of my eyelids and the bags underneath are puffier than usual.
Lee called me this morning on the way to work, depressed about not having anything to look forward to. He said he needed to get away and then quickly changed it to "we" need to get away. This is the second time he's done that... admitted he needed to get away in the singular and then changed it to include me.
It doesn't help that it's overcast today with intermitent showers. I'm behind at work because of missing a couple of days last week. It normally would have been made up by now by staying late a couple of nights, burning the midnight oil, but I cannot do that anymore. So, more stress on my shoulders.
I talked to a friend last night who went through similar circumstances. He's an attorney and I originally stopped him in the hall asking about power of attorney and such, but the conversation grew. His personal solution was to place his grandmother in an assisted living facility. He made it sound easy. He had the full support of his siblings. He was the eldest of those siblings and they naturally looked to him for leadership and decision making. But as the little sister of a brother who insists that she will not go into such a place, I feel my voice is a weak one and may be selfish.
It's clearly what's bogging down my mind and my spirits and forces me to think slowly and more deliberately and taking one minute at a time in the other areas of my life.
