I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that you have to pry me out of the house with a crowbar. Well, unless I need junk food. Lack of processed sugar an amazing motivator!
I’m still in my hermit phase. Poor Tim is going stir crazy, but for me going out for long periods of time (or, really, any periods of time) feels emotionally exhausting. Even just going out to sit in a movie theater for 2-3 hours (Django Unchained is on our list) seems like too much for me.
I’m trying to respect the side of me that’s obviously trying to heal. So I spend a lot of time lying around in bed reading. Either very healthy or very unhealthy. At this point in the game, it’s kind of impossible to tell.
My therapist is back next week, so I’m sure we’ll have a little chat about that.
I guess I wouldn’t mind my extra houseboundness if I were actually getting something done. The tree, for example, is still up.
I had hoped to go get some ornament cases, but that was going to be right around the day we found out about the miscarriage. At this point, I’ve probably missed the boat. I might check online to see if that’s the case, but most people have probably gotten their tree put away/mulched by now.
Every night I look at it and try to talk myself into going over and removing ornaments. Every night it just seems like it’s too much to do.
The one good thing is that we’ve more or less gotten back on top of the bigger household chores. Except sweeping/swiffering/dusting.
I usually do all of those, but I’m still not up to it. Tim meanwhile hurt his back recently. It’s okay now, but he’s also spent the last four days catching up on dishes and laundry. I really don’t want to push our luck any more than we absolutely have to.
At some point, the dirty floor will be compelling enough for me to get up and just do it. Usually, it’s around the time that Patches starts trying to eat stuff off the floor. Guilt/potential vet bills is a powerful motivator. Right up there with no-junk-food-itis.
Tomorrow, we go in for my check-up at the OB/GYN. I don’t know if they’ve gotten any results back from the tissue testing. That may take some time yet.
At the very least, I’m guessing we’ll come away with a referral to the genetic testing facility. At that point, I just have to find out from insurance just how much we’ll be forking over ourselves. No matter what, it has to be done — if not for my physical health then for my actual sanity. Such of it that remains.
More updates as they become available. In the meantime, if you’re driving by and happen to have a broom and some ornament storage cases, feel free to drop in.