It has come to my attention over the past few days that I’m not doing enough to look after myself.
- Physically, I feel like crap
- I can’t fall asleep at night and I’m waking before my alarm in the morning.
- I’m gaining even more weight, even though I’ve managed to mostly stick with my morning exercise routine.
- I feel my patience slipping both with myself and with Jim.
This week was rough;. Two doctor’s appointments for Jim which knocked him off his schedule and increased his confusion. Took his car in for routine maintenance and found out it needed to be out of commission while we waited for parts. Put my car back on the road, it had issues. The car swap caused Jim to fret further as he tried to keep everything straight in his wobbly memory. Not to mention the nearly $3200 in car bills.
A year ago, this would have been, “Meh, busy week.”
Now, it feels like the sky is falling.
I feel like I’m in the center of that old joke, “I try to take it one day at a time but lately several days have decided to attack me at once.”
Let me be a cautionary tale, don’t let your self care slide.
This too shall pass, I’m already on the downside sliding back toward normal, but this week was far more difficult than it needed to be. I’m going to work on me, so this doesn’t happen again. It’s the only part of this experience that I can control.