Monthly Archive: September 2013

Lemons

Our new housemate, an old friend of my sweetie’s == who had promised to stay at least two years — just told us she’s moving out again. Going back to her drug-dealing boyfriend who steals more money from her than she was paying us in rent. Which puts our household budget back into a tailspin. Damn. I could use a few more swear words.

Hanging on

The weekend had a lot of really good times, and then things fell off. My family did not feel as welcome as I did. And on the way home, some of the old things resurfaced and I’m feeling a bit on loose footing again. I’m sure it’s just my feelings, but it’s never good to ignore those.

Work is going well and I am going to try a day shift this Sunday — my usual Fridays are taken by someone else for a few weeks and I need the work (e.g., the money). I thought about even trying a shift at another House. But my House Manager has confidence in me, which is a good thing.

Shux Damm

Got my new computer. WIndoze 8. Can’t get my files from the ASUS WebStorage, says the files are too large. Why the hell can’t I restore backed up files? Have to play with this a while but not tonight.

Identifying Issues

Apparently, the depression, headaches, joint pain, and diarrhea I have been experiencing of late (and dizziness, and other things) is caused by the wonderful blood pressure medication I’ve been prescribed. And the literature advises strongly against discontinuing it… and does not tell how to wean from it.

Screwed.

Hugs,
Me

Uptick

That last post was the low point, apparently. Things are considerably better the last couple days. Got some pictures in the mail from my Mom, showing her and my son on the cruise they took recently. Mom looks better than she has for a while and my son looks like the good man that he is.

Not much else to report.

Hugs,

Me

Sadness

I actually had a prety good day yesterday. But I wake up this morning feeling sad and on the verge of tears… for no reason I can think of. I guess that makes me “clinically” depressed, which is rare for me.
I’m really stressed out — my bank seems to think I have about $250 that is not in my figures, and there are no math errors on my part. I am sure if I spent the “extra” money they would find it and I would be that far in the hole again, but there is so much needed and it’s hard to say no.
I need to write a letter in support of my sweetie’s disability claim. I know it would hurt her like hell to read it, and hope she never does. But I have to write it first.
Guess that’s enough for now.

Hugs,
Me

Weekend’s Over

I had a pretty horrible weekend, marked by panic attacks, depression, and strife triggered by financial trouble. Hope the week is better. Still haven’t gotten the lawn mowed (no available mower) but otherwise am keeping up on things.

Hugs,
Me

Whew

Monthly bills. Wow. Hard to get everything paid, hard to get enough money to pay them. But I got it all done — including getting a monthly bus pass to cut down on gasoline expense. I have been very flustered the past two days, and events at home and work have made things worse, not better. But I’ll get through it. I always do.

I just read that the week of September 8 has been declared National Direct Support Professionals Recognition Week by the US Senate. That’s cool.

Hugs,
Me

More To Do

I really had the house looking nice. I’m sure every housewife in history has had this complaint … my honey and our housemate came home from camping, and now there’s a pile of dirty clothes and stuff to put away.

But my honey said nice things about the work I did, and that she was going to brag about me. I can live with that. Soon as I get the laundry done.

Hugs,
Me