Yes. I know. I'm double late for posting this. This past week has been real special. And that can mean anything you want.
Sunday: After work, I drove to South Florida. Had a nice dinner with my brother and sister. Then, headed to Tinkebell ' place to stay the night.
When I got there, her and the boyfriend were fighting. He had splashed an entire can of Pepsi onto her kitchen floor.
The Glowstick took me into his bedroom to tell me that Jerk made his mommy sad.
Monday: Tinkerbell gets up and goes to the methodone clinic before we can do anything. While she's there, I make breakfast for Glowstick and I. We watch a movie. We do some exercises. We wait patiently for her return.
A lot of time goes by before she comes back.
When she arrives, she has two bottles of pills in a pharmaceutical bag. Tells me she has anxiety and that her doctor prescribed them for her. CELEXA.
The rest of the day was spent watching her nod in and out and drooling.
So here I go again.
That night I could barely sleep. I'm so distraught for my grandson. What if she's on this crap while he and she are in the car? What if she doesn't wake up one morning? What if we all lose the Glowstick because she's popping pills again?
At lunch my dad was like, "I've got anxiety, too. But I talk myself through it." He was more than embarrassed to see his granddaughter practically fall out of her chair while people around us sneered and gossiped.
Tuesday: I prepared an article for Freedom Nation News. It's ready to go. But my videos aren't saving. They disappear as soon as I log out.
Worked with a YouTube who teaches Wordpress. She came to the conclusion that my problem isn't me but my computer.
It will be gone all week. It needs surgery...AGAIN!
Wednesday: Totally forgot about ISWG.
Thursday: I get up and figure I could get a bunch of handwriting done on my series. NOT! At about 9:30 AM, I get a call from the SALON. One of the co-workers fell backwards on the pavement and is being raced by ambulatory to the ER. Would I meet them there?
Of course I did. The woman is 77 and has no family here.
Friday: I spent time with my injured co-worker.
Saturday: I was off thinking I'd get some writing in. NOT! The electric went out for one. So I headed to the grocery store. Got back and began cooking for the week. By the time I finished, I just couldn't go anymore. My energy flew the coup.
So I got a little depressed. Asked myself why I even bother to write. Why I blog? Why I do anything I do?
And then I remind myself, it was just a crap week. At least, I didn't lose my family, job, and health in one day like Job.
This post was to you on behalf of Alex J. Cavanaugh ' s Insecure Writer's Group.
Hugs and chocolate, all!