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This morning I had exactly 33 minutes entirely to myself. Complete quiet. I was able to sneak out on to the front porch, have a nice wake n bake, and enjoy the day’s first cup of coffee, it was great. Things have drastically changed lately. Especially this past week or so. I’ve realized I’ve reached…
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‘Murica Day and All That Shiz
Friday morning, I woke up, determined to make the day mine. Or as much mine as I could. Betsy was picking me up at 8:30am to go get Murphy to hopefully meet his new family and Parrish would be coming to town at SOME point and offered to load up the boxes from mom’s apartment…
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35 Ain’t Too Bad
Surprisingly, my birthday didn’t turn out to be the complete shit show I had anticipated. My good friend Em had a beautiful bouquet delivered, kiddo had her 1-year follow up since finding out she’s type 1 diabetic and her A1C lowered even more, and it was fairly uneventful in the hospice world.
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Tomorrow I turn 35. It’s safe to say this is another birthday I’m not looking forward to celebrating. Last year during this weekend, kiddo was in Iowa City being diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes and now this year I get to sit here and watch my mom slowly deteriorate and eventually die.
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Not Bad Luck, Just Inconvenient.
I’ve been here a time or ten before. Not *here* here, but an attempt to put my chaotic existence in writing. I suppose I kind of have with this whole journaling thing, but if these past few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that my family dynamic is super fucked up and surprisingly not normal…
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Burnout is a State of Mind.
Yep. Caregiver burnout is a real thing and I’m there. I find myself getting snippy with my terminally ill mother because I’m tired of fucking repeating myself every 2 minutes. No, she does NOT have dementia or any other memory related disease. She has COPD, which affects her heart and lungs.
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Retirement Living
It’s June 19th, I’ve officially been in Arizona about 6 weeks now, and this is the story of how I came to live in a retirement community for the remainder of my duration.
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I May Be Crazy, but it Keeps Me From Going Insane.
I’m starting to lose my shit. Call it “caregiver burnout” or whatever you want to label it, but it’s here and it’s strong. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother and I wouldn’t want anyone else taking care of her like this, but at the same time, I need a freaking break.
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Bitches About to get Stitches
Not really, I hate confrontation, but I sure do talk a mad game. I’ve never been in a physical altercation, I prefer evisceration by verbiage as my form of attack, and again, as a last resort because I hate confrontation.
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Step-parenting a Narcissists Kid
I know everyone thinks their ex is a narcissist or at least has narcissistic tendencies, but I would bet money on D’s ex being a narc and possibly even bipolar. Coming from a family of bipolar-schizos, I can spot em a mile away. That and being empathic usually helps sort out the shit humans pretty…
Limited Sanity
Because life is fucked & crazy can sometimes be funny.
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Bitches About to get Stitches
Not really, I hate confrontation, but I sure do talk a mad game. I’ve never been in a physical altercation, I prefer evisceration by verbiage as my form of attack, and again, as a last resort because I hate confrontation.
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Step-parenting a Narcissists Kid
I know everyone thinks their ex is a narcissist or at least has narcissistic tendencies, but I would bet money on D’s ex being a narc and possibly even bipolar. Coming from a family of bipolar-schizos, I can spot em a mile away. That and being empathic usually helps sort out the shit humans pretty…
Limited Sanity 