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beansideI did not want to get up this morning. My alarm went off and I just turned the alarm off and snuggled under the covers for another 30 minutes. Finally, I dragged myself upright. To be honest, there's really no reason I have to get up that early. I just tend to do it so I have a few minutes of quiet to wake up in. As proven by yesterday, some days I really can't handle noise in the morning, but sometimes a buffer will help. I've gotten better at not reacting to my overstimulation as I've gotten older, but when I was a teenager, I would just go off and yell and cry about it. I think it was much more sensitive back then, though. Someone stirring their coffee too loud would set me off. Drugs are a wonderful thing.
I'm still incandescently angry about that. I spent from 13-17 showing all the hallmarks of depression, but not a single person did a goddamn thing about it. I flunked out of school, got my GED, couldn't handle college, and not a damn thing was done for me. No medication, no psychologist. Just "oh, it's just teenage hormones." I honestly don't know what the fuck anyone was thinking. I know it was the 80's, but a kid goes from honor roll to flunking in one semester, you would think it would throw up some red flags. I wonder sometimes what I'd have been if action had been taken. Would I have gone to college? Maybe I'd have become a doctor or nurse.
Of course, if that had happened, I might not have found Jess. And that's worth more to me than anything. So I guess it's okay.
My trainer's phone system was out yesterday, so we ended up being sent off to watch other employees for 8 hours. The morning wasn't bad, because my dude was taking phone calls, and that was interesting. Unfortunately, he was on scanning duty in the afternoon, and that was boring as fuck.
It actually worked out, because I needed to make some calls to set things up for dad's return home. Namely, how the fuck we were getting him home, and getting a sit/stand frame so we could get him out of the chair and into bed. Of course, that was 100% my job. To be fair, my sister did contact the social worker to see what time we could pick him up. But after that, it was all on me. Fortunately, even though we waited til last minute, both places were able to accommodate us, so we are ready as we're going to get.
I am dreading him coming home. It's been such a nice little break from constant care. And now, we're right back in it. Oh well. We'll see how it goes.
I ended up cancelling the game last night. There was just no way that I made it to dad and back in time for game unless I didn't eat at all, and I would have been thoroughly stressed the entire time. It was r/s for two weeks out, which isn't horrible. Today, my sister is going up to see him at lunchtime to watch his therapy, so I don't have to do anything when I get off work, aside from get ready for the game.
Yoda! I mentioned Boodle earlier in the month, but that's only half of the duo of small furry goblins that share our home. The other half is our 7 year old bichon mix, Yoda. He accounts for a good 15% of the stress in my life, worrying about his poopy butt and grooming and what not. But he also contributes considerably more love. He's a very affectionate puppers, shoving his head under your hand like a cat when he wants pets and climbing halfway into your lap to flop over like the fluffiest version of Michaelangelo's Pietà . I love him very much, even when he frustrates me, and my life would be infinitely sadder without him.
Okay, time to finish up here and do some actual game prep. Maybe get some more coffee first, though...
Everyone have a terrific Friday!
I'm still incandescently angry about that. I spent from 13-17 showing all the hallmarks of depression, but not a single person did a goddamn thing about it. I flunked out of school, got my GED, couldn't handle college, and not a damn thing was done for me. No medication, no psychologist. Just "oh, it's just teenage hormones." I honestly don't know what the fuck anyone was thinking. I know it was the 80's, but a kid goes from honor roll to flunking in one semester, you would think it would throw up some red flags. I wonder sometimes what I'd have been if action had been taken. Would I have gone to college? Maybe I'd have become a doctor or nurse.
Of course, if that had happened, I might not have found Jess. And that's worth more to me than anything. So I guess it's okay.
My trainer's phone system was out yesterday, so we ended up being sent off to watch other employees for 8 hours. The morning wasn't bad, because my dude was taking phone calls, and that was interesting. Unfortunately, he was on scanning duty in the afternoon, and that was boring as fuck.
It actually worked out, because I needed to make some calls to set things up for dad's return home. Namely, how the fuck we were getting him home, and getting a sit/stand frame so we could get him out of the chair and into bed. Of course, that was 100% my job. To be fair, my sister did contact the social worker to see what time we could pick him up. But after that, it was all on me. Fortunately, even though we waited til last minute, both places were able to accommodate us, so we are ready as we're going to get.
I am dreading him coming home. It's been such a nice little break from constant care. And now, we're right back in it. Oh well. We'll see how it goes.
I ended up cancelling the game last night. There was just no way that I made it to dad and back in time for game unless I didn't eat at all, and I would have been thoroughly stressed the entire time. It was r/s for two weeks out, which isn't horrible. Today, my sister is going up to see him at lunchtime to watch his therapy, so I don't have to do anything when I get off work, aside from get ready for the game.
Yoda! I mentioned Boodle earlier in the month, but that's only half of the duo of small furry goblins that share our home. The other half is our 7 year old bichon mix, Yoda. He accounts for a good 15% of the stress in my life, worrying about his poopy butt and grooming and what not. But he also contributes considerably more love. He's a very affectionate puppers, shoving his head under your hand like a cat when he wants pets and climbing halfway into your lap to flop over like the fluffiest version of Michaelangelo's Pietà . I love him very much, even when he frustrates me, and my life would be infinitely sadder without him.
Okay, time to finish up here and do some actual game prep. Maybe get some more coffee first, though...
Everyone have a terrific Friday!
