Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

Change Can Be Good

I still haven't the strength of will to look at a single Sears bill to see what the damage is that not paying it on time has done so I could figure out how to phrase the fix necessary. I'm sick of feeling locked out, locked up, and blocked by communication issues I can identify but not help from existing.

I'm once again in a peculiar situation physically. I think a lot of sleep is shouting out just how much I've been exhausted by the issues confronting me.

Enjoying the change as much as is possible as she has no training for my care in particular. Though she has learned some basics as the early morning breaking of fast. There's more. But I'm dealing with nausea and hot flashes. So much fun!

It Happens ("Every") Many Time(S)

My poor caregiver/roommate apparently has a very bad tummy flu going through one of her groups of friends. Vomiting is an aspect so she has been resting in her room and doing bare minimum to heal herself, for (as many people know) you can't heal somebody else whilst under the blade of illness one's self.

So I feel a bit guilty for my frustration, though I know I can only go by the data I'm either given or made aware of somehow.

I just remembered that when Shawn and I lived in the studio together we had a sleepover night with Erica and Baldur's Gate. But somehow in my exhaustion I erased other people's characters. I never knew how or why. This was long before I was on any of my current medications, outside of the gabapentin. So how come it has increased not only in amount of times it occurs, but also in dexterity shown in my blind sleepwalking state?

Only a few know of my fear of dying with what my grandfather on Mom's side went with: dementia aka Alzheimers. With my memory issues and my "nodding off" - which I can now recall started long before any meds that might have that effect.

Well, I hope for both our sakes that the flu passes quickly with no further attacks on my b