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This has been a hard day.
I worked both jobs yesterday, came home at 10pm exhausted. E woke up crying for his Mamma at 1230 and didn't get back to sleep for an hour. Then he woke up again at 4 am, again crying piteously for his Mamma. I laid down with him, thinking he'd go back to sleep, but he didn't. He was awake (as was I) until 530 when Josh's alarm went off. Josh got up to take a shower, and E finally dropped off to sleep about a quarter to 6. Josh was kind enough to let me sleep until 630, at which point he had to get E up to go to daycare.
I chose to blow off all my obligations and stay home. I shouldn't have, but I'm just exhausted.
The good news is that they pulled me off the meds I need to inject, leaving me with just the oral medication.
The bad news is that he's not going to let me bear weight on the leg until the 15th. Between now and the 20th I'm scheduled to work 173 hours (not kidding) between both jobs. There isn't any way I can do that, but I can't quite figure out how to get out of it. Even if I could get out of it, there is the money issue. And, did I mention that I'm exhausted. Really, really exhausted.
So here I sit, not being at work, being sleepy but not quite sleepy enough to take a nap, watching The West Wing and waiting for my son to get home. I want to take a shower, but I'm not supposed to do that when I'm in the house alone, and anyway I'd have to crawl back upstairs, which would take more energy than I want to expend right now.
I just want to be home in the evening and bake cookies and decorate my house for Christmas. Instead I have to continue working my ass off like I was before, except that doing just about anything -- taking a shower, dressing myself, going upstairs, finding myself some lunch -- takes fifteen times longer than it took before and is sometimes just flat out impossible.
So, yeah, today is kind of a bad day.
I worked both jobs yesterday, came home at 10pm exhausted. E woke up crying for his Mamma at 1230 and didn't get back to sleep for an hour. Then he woke up again at 4 am, again crying piteously for his Mamma. I laid down with him, thinking he'd go back to sleep, but he didn't. He was awake (as was I) until 530 when Josh's alarm went off. Josh got up to take a shower, and E finally dropped off to sleep about a quarter to 6. Josh was kind enough to let me sleep until 630, at which point he had to get E up to go to daycare.
I chose to blow off all my obligations and stay home. I shouldn't have, but I'm just exhausted.
The good news is that they pulled me off the meds I need to inject, leaving me with just the oral medication.
The bad news is that he's not going to let me bear weight on the leg until the 15th. Between now and the 20th I'm scheduled to work 173 hours (not kidding) between both jobs. There isn't any way I can do that, but I can't quite figure out how to get out of it. Even if I could get out of it, there is the money issue. And, did I mention that I'm exhausted. Really, really exhausted.
So here I sit, not being at work, being sleepy but not quite sleepy enough to take a nap, watching The West Wing and waiting for my son to get home. I want to take a shower, but I'm not supposed to do that when I'm in the house alone, and anyway I'd have to crawl back upstairs, which would take more energy than I want to expend right now.
I just want to be home in the evening and bake cookies and decorate my house for Christmas. Instead I have to continue working my ass off like I was before, except that doing just about anything -- taking a shower, dressing myself, going upstairs, finding myself some lunch -- takes fifteen times longer than it took before and is sometimes just flat out impossible.
So, yeah, today is kind of a bad day.
