I really dropped off this blog after the death of Shelby. Not one month later Chloe passed. A lot has happened since then and this is the beginning of some posts made on Facebook that I chose to transfer here.
I’m stressed. I know everyone has their own battles and many are 100 times worse than mine, but some days I just want to give up.
1. Estate sale at my parents’ house where everything in that jam-packed home needs to be sold. It’s over 3k square feet that belonged to two generations of people who never threw a damn thing away. We wanted to get the house on the market by the end of the year, but it doesn’t look like it will happen that way. More $$ to support a second house.
2. One of my kitty’s diabetes is back due to his medication to treat his asthma. So many variables trying to get the asthma under control and suddenly his blood sugar is showing a trend upward since two days ago. He’s on 5 different meds (one being an inhaler~ that’s fun to get a cat used to)
3. Over the last 4-5 months I’ve been dealing with some major anxiety and a tinge of depression which has led me to gain 7 pounds. Considering I used to have an eating disorder and I have now gone to the “I don’t give a fuck” phase, I’m seriously disheartened realize I really need to stop eating candy to soothe myself.
4. I have another kitty that was recently diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and during her chest X-rays they found a mass that didn’t appear benign. Her meds have upset her GI tract and I’m doing what I can do get that worked out and get her T4 down before we worry about the mass.
5. There’s so much shit I need to do that I have procrastinating for almost a year that is weighing heavily on me and I can hardly sleep. Exercising would probably help but dammit I’m fucking lazy. Plus, I was diagnosed with asthma last summer and still don’t know what my triggers are. I’m always afraid of working out I might have an attack.
6. I went a month or more with no endometriosis pain and over the last two weeks it has returned. I thought I could taper myself off some of my meds but I guess not. I’ve grown to really hate my body and how much pain and trouble it gives me.
1. Estate sale at my parents’ house where everything in that jam-packed home needs to be sold. It’s over 3k square feet that belonged to two generations of people who never threw a damn thing away. We wanted to get the house on the market by the end of the year, but it doesn’t look like it will happen that way. More $$ to support a second house.
2. One of my kitty’s diabetes is back due to his medication to treat his asthma. So many variables trying to get the asthma under control and suddenly his blood sugar is showing a trend upward since two days ago. He’s on 5 different meds (one being an inhaler~ that’s fun to get a cat used to)
3. Over the last 4-5 months I’ve been dealing with some major anxiety and a tinge of depression which has led me to gain 7 pounds. Considering I used to have an eating disorder and I have now gone to the “I don’t give a fuck” phase, I’m seriously disheartened realize I really need to stop eating candy to soothe myself.
4. I have another kitty that was recently diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and during her chest X-rays they found a mass that didn’t appear benign. Her meds have upset her GI tract and I’m doing what I can do get that worked out and get her T4 down before we worry about the mass.
5. There’s so much shit I need to do that I have procrastinating for almost a year that is weighing heavily on me and I can hardly sleep. Exercising would probably help but dammit I’m fucking lazy. Plus, I was diagnosed with asthma last summer and still don’t know what my triggers are. I’m always afraid of working out I might have an attack.
6. I went a month or more with no endometriosis pain and over the last two weeks it has returned. I thought I could taper myself off some of my meds but I guess not. I’ve grown to really hate my body and how much pain and trouble it gives me.
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