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State of Affairs
Sep. 11th, 2011 02:41 pmAll righty, then. Friend is out of ICU and into a more medium-term facility. Still a haul and a half to get to visit her, but at least it's an improvement.
Phone has been miraculously repaired, in spite of the insistence of the Radio Shack clerks that such a thing was impossible. All praise to my wonderful husband, and the staff at the Sprint store, who passed up a major upsell and just did a free fix instead.
Meal planning for the week and grocery shopping are done, and plan is modular to deal with potential trips to the hospital and an uncertain number of dinner guests for an uncertain number of days this week. And it turns out that one of my workdays is 11-5 instead of 9-6; even with the hour-plus commute, that's a bonus.
And me? I'm hanging in there. I made it out dancing, thanks to a very generous and thoughtful friend who invited me out, waited patiently for me, and kept me company on the dance floor even when it got crowded to the point of absurdity (in other news, how to stand out in a crowded goth club, when everyone is trying to be even more of a spectacle than the next person? Smile like you're having the time of your life.). I've avoided nightmares for the past few nights, and I even managed a workout and a few minutes in my garden this morning.
I've had to back off on a few plans - I skipped an SCA meeting today in favor of meal planning and grocery shopping and generally preparing for the coming week; I feel guilty about it, but I know it'll make the next several days much more survivable. And odds are I'll have to table my plans to learn to sing, until I'm not doing hospital-visits twice a week. But... I can live with that. And work is busy, but work is always busy. At least I feel, right now, like I've taken a moment to find my balance and get my feet under me. I don't know how long it'll last, but for the moment, at least, I'm there.
Phone has been miraculously repaired, in spite of the insistence of the Radio Shack clerks that such a thing was impossible. All praise to my wonderful husband, and the staff at the Sprint store, who passed up a major upsell and just did a free fix instead.
Meal planning for the week and grocery shopping are done, and plan is modular to deal with potential trips to the hospital and an uncertain number of dinner guests for an uncertain number of days this week. And it turns out that one of my workdays is 11-5 instead of 9-6; even with the hour-plus commute, that's a bonus.
And me? I'm hanging in there. I made it out dancing, thanks to a very generous and thoughtful friend who invited me out, waited patiently for me, and kept me company on the dance floor even when it got crowded to the point of absurdity (in other news, how to stand out in a crowded goth club, when everyone is trying to be even more of a spectacle than the next person? Smile like you're having the time of your life.). I've avoided nightmares for the past few nights, and I even managed a workout and a few minutes in my garden this morning.
I've had to back off on a few plans - I skipped an SCA meeting today in favor of meal planning and grocery shopping and generally preparing for the coming week; I feel guilty about it, but I know it'll make the next several days much more survivable. And odds are I'll have to table my plans to learn to sing, until I'm not doing hospital-visits twice a week. But... I can live with that. And work is busy, but work is always busy. At least I feel, right now, like I've taken a moment to find my balance and get my feet under me. I don't know how long it'll last, but for the moment, at least, I'm there.
