Monday, July 13, 2015
Crap Sundae Monday
Today was not a good day. We’re talking, spending an hour on the Veteran’s Crisis Line, just so I’d have someone to talk to, someone I didn’t know, so I could believe somebody gave a (expletive deleted) kind of bad day. And while that helped, it pretty much set me up for the rest of the day’s crap to land on my freshly cleaned head. Realized a few painful things, but there’s not much I can really do about any of it now.. I can only wait things out, keep my eyes open, see how they play out before I decide what I’m going to do from now on. Perhaps it’s succinct enough to say it all started with the ILs text-nagging me all weekend about driving them back to PreviousTown’s pharmacy, and being stuck taking another day to drive for an hour, run to the pharmacy, clinic, 7-11 and their lunch again, in 100° weather. In short, an abbreviated repeat of Tuesday, just with scorching heat instead of all-day rain, and no trips to a fun thrift store. And Beloved Hubby just shrugged at my protests, but didn’t stir himself to take care of their crap himself, although he had time to.
I’ve been letting how others treat me determine how I treat myself, and that’s got to stop. I deserve better. At least I got that much out of this whole crap sundae.
So, suffice to say, that by the time I got back home, I was soaked in sweat, with a headache and some dizziness that didn’t go away even after I was caught up on meds, downed four glasses of ice water and a can of ginger ale, and munched a 3pm leftovers lunch. Truth be told, I still have a headache, but a half-hour nap took care of most of the dizziness. And next month, when they try this same bovine serenade, the car will have a tragic flat tire, if I have to make it happen with a steak knife at 2am myself ! I am done with it for July, that’s for sure. I hate it when I’m kind for one day, and am now obligated for life. Not the best situation for any of us.
As you can imagine, I didn’t get any sewing or embroidery done. And tomorrow’s Dearest Son’s Game Day. But I will get to have some ‘me’ time this week if it kills me. It’d be nice to be needed, but it isn’t me they need, just a free cab driver.