I have looked for it everywhere - even under the table where we think his memory is, or could it be at the hospital where he left his colon??
I used to be so motivated, but now I have to make myself do things - I have two half finished books I have been writing, somewhere on this computer. I have work that keeps laughing at me, again, on this computer. I have grass that keeps growing, outside, and a lawnmower somewhere in the garage. I have....... well, you get the picture.
I think my brain is just overwhelmed by the dross that goes with caring.
But every day, I moan and groan on here, and try to do a bit more than I did yesterday.
It is a 'recovery' from the shock, I think. I am not a psychologist - but even I can recognise, that to go from what we were to what we are, in the course of just a few short weeks, is just overwhelming.
That, combined with the fact that we are now just edging into our second year of this situation, family have stopped reacting, and asking how things are, they make duty visits and then go away. The situation has become accepted by them.
Does that happen to you, out there, reading this? Have people accepted your situation on a superficial level, and seemingly ceased to bother whether you are screaming out for company, practical help, companionship, anything? I am just curious, because I find humankind to be a very curious creature.
Motivation? Oh, I have found some of it now, I shall have breakfast, make OH his breakfast ( in bed on Sat and Sun for him) and then, if a marriage certificate comes in the post today - which it should - tidy up the loose ends of someone else's family history, and immerse myself in that - there we go, I have talked myself into some motivation.
Have a Happy Saturday, everyone,
I used to be so motivated, but now I have to make myself do things - I have two half finished books I have been writing, somewhere on this computer. I have work that keeps laughing at me, again, on this computer. I have grass that keeps growing, outside, and a lawnmower somewhere in the garage. I have....... well, you get the picture.
I think my brain is just overwhelmed by the dross that goes with caring.
But every day, I moan and groan on here, and try to do a bit more than I did yesterday.
It is a 'recovery' from the shock, I think. I am not a psychologist - but even I can recognise, that to go from what we were to what we are, in the course of just a few short weeks, is just overwhelming.
That, combined with the fact that we are now just edging into our second year of this situation, family have stopped reacting, and asking how things are, they make duty visits and then go away. The situation has become accepted by them.
Does that happen to you, out there, reading this? Have people accepted your situation on a superficial level, and seemingly ceased to bother whether you are screaming out for company, practical help, companionship, anything? I am just curious, because I find humankind to be a very curious creature.
Motivation? Oh, I have found some of it now, I shall have breakfast, make OH his breakfast ( in bed on Sat and Sun for him) and then, if a marriage certificate comes in the post today - which it should - tidy up the loose ends of someone else's family history, and immerse myself in that - there we go, I have talked myself into some motivation.
Have a Happy Saturday, everyone,