The weekend will officially be over in about two hours and I must say that I am thankful for that. DSB’s kidney incision opened up and has been draining…four months later, and I am desperate to get him in to see his surgeon tomorrow. What DSB really should have done, and my mom and sister both agree, is to go to an urgent care center to have it checked out. Nope. Not him. “Bunch of butchers.” Better to die of blood poisoning, I suppose. It has been a very frustrating and scary situation for me, so I have been driving him crazy, checking and monitoring. Ah well, I suppose that’s love.
I didn’t have to work a full day yesterday because it was so slow, so I went to QoB’s house and we set things afire. I helped her get her goat and chicken chores done, and we sat and bullshitted a bit. I am nervous about how my winter hours are going to pan out, because she still wants me to work a solid 15 a week and I just don’t know where that work will come from. I really don’t want to sit down in a cold shop and read my book for five hours a day. I am sure we will come up with something, I just want that something to be come up with soon so I can stop worrying about it.
Group therapy continues this week. I am really looking forward to it. I like the scheduling out of activities and tasks. It is very soothing to me. And I must say I am doing so much better on some fronts, like showering, keeping the kitchen clean, and doing laundry. Those other parts will fall into place, I hope.
I have no individual therapy this week and in a way I think that’s good, because I feel like I need a break. My therapist can be very intense and I feel really pressured to come up with a lot to say. The trauma work is coming along very slowly and I have put time in my schedule tomorrow to write an un-sent letter to Blow, an abusive ex-boyfriend. I think this will be quite difficult, but I am fairly certain that I will feel better once I do it.
I am having coffee with Sister Sara on Tuesday and I am really looking forward to that. We don’t get together very often, but always have lots to talk about when we do. I am interested to know how her kiddos are doing and it also gives her a chance to do something out of the norm. I hope she enjoys our little visits as much as I do.
Speaking of sisters, my fabulously wonderful, pregnant sister is really hard to pin down. I have been trying to get her to commit to doing something, even for a few hours, for weeks now and it seems like it just never happens. I know she is busy, I do understand that. It just seems like she could make a few hours for her big sis, and no, I really don’t think I need Dad as an escort. I don’t understand. I have even volunteered to come up and see her in the big city. People have different priorities.
My mom has also been super-busy, working on her goat/chicken/duck paradise. I feel like I have barely seen her. I want to reiterate, I know that people are busy. I get that. It just sucks when I don’t have as much going on and the people I want to spend time with always have packed schedules and missions they want to accomplish.
I have missions I want to accomplish, too. I am hoping to keep working on housework this week, trying to get all the mud up off the floors that the dogs have left in the last few days after a rain. It is so overwhelming, it’s mind-boggling. Even my mom, who does not shirk at the most difficult task, says “I would cry if that happened to my floors every time it rained.” Welcome to my world, the world of where keeping the house clean isn’t quite as easy as it should be.