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ladyspriteI am tired of taking care of myself.
Oh, I have help, so I know it could be worse. And it's not like I don't take care of myself under regular circumstances.
But I'm tired of remembering to set the alarm every night, and turn it on every morning, and make sure I have gas in the car, and food for a couple of days in advance, and plans for the leftovers. I'm tired of remembering to take all my meds, and keep a stash in my purse, and call in prescription refills before I need them, and tired of fighting with the pharmacy about my insurance situation.
I'm tired of remembering to make myself tea in the morning and wash my bento box and mug and thermos as soon as I get home from work every night, and figuring out timing to go for a run and make dinner and put away the groceries and feed the cats and clean the snake's cage and the litterboxes.
I'm tired of Being Prepared and being organized and always doing everything right. And I'm tired of being in constant pain again - for all the hoops I jumped through to get it, this latest epidural seems to have done exactly nothing for my comfort. And I'm already tired of waking up so cold that I can't feel my fingers.
Okay. Whine over; I have to go make myself a lunch and pack my doctor bag and eat breakfast and start tea brewing. But in my minor rebellion, I am sick and tired of packing and eating healthy adorable bentos. Screw that; I am having a fluffernutter today.
Oh, I have help, so I know it could be worse. And it's not like I don't take care of myself under regular circumstances.
But I'm tired of remembering to set the alarm every night, and turn it on every morning, and make sure I have gas in the car, and food for a couple of days in advance, and plans for the leftovers. I'm tired of remembering to take all my meds, and keep a stash in my purse, and call in prescription refills before I need them, and tired of fighting with the pharmacy about my insurance situation.
I'm tired of remembering to make myself tea in the morning and wash my bento box and mug and thermos as soon as I get home from work every night, and figuring out timing to go for a run and make dinner and put away the groceries and feed the cats and clean the snake's cage and the litterboxes.
I'm tired of Being Prepared and being organized and always doing everything right. And I'm tired of being in constant pain again - for all the hoops I jumped through to get it, this latest epidural seems to have done exactly nothing for my comfort. And I'm already tired of waking up so cold that I can't feel my fingers.
Okay. Whine over; I have to go make myself a lunch and pack my doctor bag and eat breakfast and start tea brewing. But in my minor rebellion, I am sick and tired of packing and eating healthy adorable bentos. Screw that; I am having a fluffernutter today.
