I’m misc. counselor this week so it’s my week in hell basically. Sucks big time. Sucks beyond the telling. And I forgot to order the groceries and I really hate being sick. Way too much stuff to keep up with in a diminished mental capacity. It’s one of those things.
And I wish I felt better about a great many things. This is my Mommie. She has Alzheimers and I see her diminishing every day. It hurts a great deal. Sometimes I feel like I don’t do enough for her and I don’t know what else I can do. It’s all very frustrating and agonizing and sucky.