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Got nothing in my brain, that's what people say
I really feel like I've got nothing in my brain today. I'm still trying to catch up on that hour that I lost, and it's not working. I think I'm going to try to go to bed super early tonight, and see if I can fix that. I doubt it, but it's worth a try.
Had a long and boring day yesterday. Nothing came in until around 3, so I basically sat and did a few little things here and there, but mostly I sat and read a book on my phone. Then, M's daughter started puking, so I did the afternoon delivery updates, which gave me something for the last hour.
Then, I went to see Dad. He was asleep, and very groggy when he woke up. They just increased his dose of phenobarbital, because his levels were low, and it's really been fucking him up. All he wants to do is sleep, and it takes him some time when he wakes up to orient himself. This of course feeds my anxiety that he's getting a bit muddled. And I don't know, maybe he is. Once he woke up, he was mostly with it, telling me that the rehab has shitty peanut butter. Though he asked twice what day it was, so I don't know.
We have a meeting with the rehab this Friday, so we'll see what they have to say. I'm kind of braced for "he isn't getting better, take him home."
The dog again has a poopy butt, and no groomer appointment til Friday the 24th. This will be another source of anxiety, with a side of shame.
Today, I should have my markets to do in the morning, and we'll see what I end up doing in the afternoon. Or it's possible that M will be out and I'll be doing delivery updates. We shall see.
Okay, going to get myself together for the day. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
Had a long and boring day yesterday. Nothing came in until around 3, so I basically sat and did a few little things here and there, but mostly I sat and read a book on my phone. Then, M's daughter started puking, so I did the afternoon delivery updates, which gave me something for the last hour.
Then, I went to see Dad. He was asleep, and very groggy when he woke up. They just increased his dose of phenobarbital, because his levels were low, and it's really been fucking him up. All he wants to do is sleep, and it takes him some time when he wakes up to orient himself. This of course feeds my anxiety that he's getting a bit muddled. And I don't know, maybe he is. Once he woke up, he was mostly with it, telling me that the rehab has shitty peanut butter. Though he asked twice what day it was, so I don't know.
We have a meeting with the rehab this Friday, so we'll see what they have to say. I'm kind of braced for "he isn't getting better, take him home."
The dog again has a poopy butt, and no groomer appointment til Friday the 24th. This will be another source of anxiety, with a side of shame.
Today, I should have my markets to do in the morning, and we'll see what I end up doing in the afternoon. Or it's possible that M will be out and I'll be doing delivery updates. We shall see.
Okay, going to get myself together for the day. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
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