Various health related matters
Jul. 31st, 2010 09:33 pmWhen Stuff happens in my life I tend to go into hiding, because that's how I cope. But then Stuff happens for a while and I end up more or less vanishing for weeks on end, which I realize is not good either.
I'm admittedly uncertain about what to say because in many ways I'm still in hiding mode. DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LOOK AT IT EVERYTHING'S FINE STOP MAKING BAD STUFF REAL. But the short version is that Mac's been sick. Is still sick. I'm putting the details here behind a cut because animals being less than happy upsets me and I'm sure I'm not the only one who's like that. ( more details on Mac's illness. Also cut because this gets long. The short version is that eventually both of us became sick. )
We are not out of the woods yet by a looooooooooooooooooooooooong shot. Any one little thing could go wrong and we're right back to Very Bad. I'm trying not to force myself to think too far ahead and to simply look at it moment by moment.
But with him being sick, and then me being sick, and the emotions and the everything - well to say that I'm low on spoons is a vast understatement. At this point I think I'm missing an entire silverware drawer.
Which is why I'm probably going to scuttle back into hiding again. But I wanted to let people know so they'd understand.
So... there we are. Now I go take care of Mac again.
I'm admittedly uncertain about what to say because in many ways I'm still in hiding mode. DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LOOK AT IT EVERYTHING'S FINE STOP MAKING BAD STUFF REAL. But the short version is that Mac's been sick. Is still sick. I'm putting the details here behind a cut because animals being less than happy upsets me and I'm sure I'm not the only one who's like that. ( more details on Mac's illness. Also cut because this gets long. The short version is that eventually both of us became sick. )
We are not out of the woods yet by a looooooooooooooooooooooooong shot. Any one little thing could go wrong and we're right back to Very Bad. I'm trying not to force myself to think too far ahead and to simply look at it moment by moment.
But with him being sick, and then me being sick, and the emotions and the everything - well to say that I'm low on spoons is a vast understatement. At this point I think I'm missing an entire silverware drawer.
Which is why I'm probably going to scuttle back into hiding again. But I wanted to let people know so they'd understand.
So... there we are. Now I go take care of Mac again.