m syadoz
2019-12-17 11:29:11 UTC
Life just keeps rolling along
Some former cow orkers send me tidbits every so often. Believe it or not,
it feels like I’m still working
About three weeks ago my mom woke up and said I feel great. I was so happy because she was finally making progress after the six weeks in rehab. She was walking reasonably well.
She finished her oatmeal and for some weird reason, got up to clear the table.
She carried her bowl, yogurt and margarine. Stopped at the sink, then at the fridge.
I ran in to stop her because I didn’t want her up. After all, why woukd she need to clear the table when I can do it?
She was standing at the fridge, putting away the margarine. Ironically, the brand was Earth Balance.
She turned to smile at me, stepped back, and fell backwards. I’m not sure how she fell. It was right before my eyes, yet m still not sure what happened. Best I can figure — she leaned against the fridge door, thinking it was stable.
Which ir was not.
The door probably swung out and took her with it.
Two egg size head lumps, lacerated ear, lacerated elbow, broken rib and broken wrist. All necessitating another series of doctor visits.
She had surgery on her wrist last week. Both my sisters have used up leave or have been otherwise double booked. So I’ve been traveling by Uber, including for the surgery.
I have not been back to my apartment since May. Believe me, I understand worn out. I had no clothes here so I’ve had to buy a new wardrobe, and now more recently, winter clothes, boots, clothes, hats, even socks. Hope I’ll get the coat soon. It’s supposed to snow here on Thursday.
Complicating life further, I had a safe deposit box that I now have to empty because the branch is closing. Under ordinary circumstances, this would be easy. I now have to juggle mom’s care with my sisters’ schedules, take a train down, and Uber from and to train and bank. Mom still is not eating, doing hygiene or go going to the bathroom by herself. I really can’t leave he for more than an hour.
It never ends. I’m worn out.
My family also says oyoyoy.
Narcissistic supply fills a void inside the narcissist. When the victim is no longer deemed a sufficient source of narcissistic supply, the victim is replaced with a new source and discarded in the worst possible way, to yield plenty of negative narcissistic supply.—narsucks blogspot
Some former cow orkers send me tidbits every so often. Believe it or not,
it feels like I’m still working
About three weeks ago my mom woke up and said I feel great. I was so happy because she was finally making progress after the six weeks in rehab. She was walking reasonably well.
She finished her oatmeal and for some weird reason, got up to clear the table.
She carried her bowl, yogurt and margarine. Stopped at the sink, then at the fridge.
I ran in to stop her because I didn’t want her up. After all, why woukd she need to clear the table when I can do it?
She was standing at the fridge, putting away the margarine. Ironically, the brand was Earth Balance.
She turned to smile at me, stepped back, and fell backwards. I’m not sure how she fell. It was right before my eyes, yet m still not sure what happened. Best I can figure — she leaned against the fridge door, thinking it was stable.
Which ir was not.
The door probably swung out and took her with it.
Two egg size head lumps, lacerated ear, lacerated elbow, broken rib and broken wrist. All necessitating another series of doctor visits.
She had surgery on her wrist last week. Both my sisters have used up leave or have been otherwise double booked. So I’ve been traveling by Uber, including for the surgery.
I have not been back to my apartment since May. Believe me, I understand worn out. I had no clothes here so I’ve had to buy a new wardrobe, and now more recently, winter clothes, boots, clothes, hats, even socks. Hope I’ll get the coat soon. It’s supposed to snow here on Thursday.
Complicating life further, I had a safe deposit box that I now have to empty because the branch is closing. Under ordinary circumstances, this would be easy. I now have to juggle mom’s care with my sisters’ schedules, take a train down, and Uber from and to train and bank. Mom still is not eating, doing hygiene or go going to the bathroom by herself. I really can’t leave he for more than an hour.
It never ends. I’m worn out.
My family also says oyoyoy.
Narcissistic supply fills a void inside the narcissist. When the victim is no longer deemed a sufficient source of narcissistic supply, the victim is replaced with a new source and discarded in the worst possible way, to yield plenty of negative narcissistic supply.—narsucks blogspot