DAY IM-Not-Sure-Anymore SMOKE FREE: And I am back in Atlanta, puppet to the Fates. My mother has been worse because they had to give her pain meds for her broken elbow and hip, although at least thank G-d they elected not to do surgery. Of course the ECT treatments have been put on hold. Shes confused, and in and out of reality. My husbands car tags didnt come on time, so now I am shuttling him between work and home until Thursday, when said tags ought to arrive (according to the DMV). This morning, I was so foggy-headed that I ran through a stop sign near Grady and a cop pulled me over. So now I have a ticket on top of my taxi duties. I have more work to catch up on than I would like to think about. And somewhere, I have to squeeze in a visit to my mother tomorrow between rides, shipping, and settling bills from NY. And to think that less than 48 hours ago I was sitting by the banks of the Hudson, feeling alive and calm for the first time in two years. Now I feel emotionally and physically exhausted again. I havent told my yet father that James and I plan to go to Myrtle Beach on the 14th. I fully intend to be dressed down for being a bad daughter and being selfish just because I want to go away with my husband for six days, since we havent had a proper vacation since our honeymoon in 2007. I pride myself on my female cahones, but my father sure has a great way of making me feel like shit. One day, I need to learn to stand up to him.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 20:27:06 +0000
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