Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

This BITES...

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Imagine continually waking up and being unaware that you had ever been asleep until something alerts you. That's been my Saturday. I've had phones waking me up over and over again. And then tonight I had a stunning feeling when while watching "Sunday In The Park" I realized a whole chapter, one of my favorites, had happened at some point I missed. Obviously I fell asleep, and recognizing this went on all day freaks me the hell out.

On a positive side I was approved for a new cat by the local adoption chapter of petfinder.org, and the one I chose isn't available currently but they have a mostly black kitty that needs a home. Apparently black cats are the most difficult _everywhere_, not just Texas and the South. So adopting a black kitty is sort of like adopting a pit bull. People have bizarre aversions.

And I'm having to use the cane in the house now, but I'm also only using the cane when walking the dogs in the neighborhood. I need the walker for longer distances, but it's both a small step forward and back.

The bruising still happening easily, and falling into not only walking sleep periods but also sleeping with nothing to let me know but what I've missed doesn't ease the freak out. Not one smidgeon.

I can't wait until I have a companion again assisting me. I miss Erica, but though she still doesn't have a job, she can live as she is. Sigh. I could use more help. I've found I can live alone a lot of the time. Unfortunately the times I can't are due to my illness taking the upper hand. And my body starts behaving as now - it's collapsing.

Maybe my mother is correct and I do need to consider moving into an assisted living situation. Though in researching it I haven't found any that help under 55 or non-alzheimers, etc. Trying to make sure I'm handling things even as small but wearing as finding a missing Netflix DVD that's in a missing pile of papers. Wrecked me finds it even more destructive. I need assistance refilling five prescriptions as well.

Back to the bedroom after making sure to eat, drink, and care for all three animals. Lolita's crying more quietly, but she needs a companion of her own...