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Progressions of Dependancy
Apr. 12th, 2005 04:12 pm...
Two days back in the apartment, I'm now VERY aware of how much easier being camped at Crys and Kelly's was. Wider doorways and halls, consistently level floors, and a kitchen that I could (if needed) make food in and then stand and eat it.
Carrying a plate while on crutches is a bitch... and I don't recommend setting out to prove me wrong.
But I'm aware of the strain having a dependant 'guest' puts on anyone, and I'm particularly conscious of the burden I represent. I've lost enough friends in the last five years to guard the remaining relationships zealously. There're a handful of folks who persist in thinking they're not worth the effort... c'mere, you hardheads, and let me thump you till you get a clue. :p That goes double for dollies, puppies, diddles, and kitties. *chuckle* And bunnies and foxies and bears and accident prone panthers and robokitties and and and and ... quite a menagerie, my family. I'm living a furry comic strip that's almost as entertaining as DMFA or SMT or Crushed. ... No. Not even close. Maybe in absurdity, but a lot of this mess is a bit short of 'funny'.
Anyway... first physical therapy appointment is tomorrow afternoon. The psychiatrist (yes, I crazy, but you probably already knew that) appointment that conflicted has been rescheduled for Saturday. Transportation has been locked in for both, and I've just fired off directions to my mom, who's covering the Saturday run.
Not being able to drive is grating on me. Being trapped in this apartment is grating on me. Not being able to even carry a sandwich back to my desk is driving me utterly insane. *sigh* I'm gonna post this and quit whining, now. Maybe I'll take a nap or something...
Two days back in the apartment, I'm now VERY aware of how much easier being camped at Crys and Kelly's was. Wider doorways and halls, consistently level floors, and a kitchen that I could (if needed) make food in and then stand and eat it.
Carrying a plate while on crutches is a bitch... and I don't recommend setting out to prove me wrong.
But I'm aware of the strain having a dependant 'guest' puts on anyone, and I'm particularly conscious of the burden I represent. I've lost enough friends in the last five years to guard the remaining relationships zealously. There're a handful of folks who persist in thinking they're not worth the effort... c'mere, you hardheads, and let me thump you till you get a clue. :p That goes double for dollies, puppies, diddles, and kitties. *chuckle* And bunnies and foxies and bears and accident prone panthers and robokitties and and and and ... quite a menagerie, my family. I'm living a furry comic strip that's almost as entertaining as DMFA or SMT or Crushed. ... No. Not even close. Maybe in absurdity, but a lot of this mess is a bit short of 'funny'.
Anyway... first physical therapy appointment is tomorrow afternoon. The psychiatrist (yes, I crazy, but you probably already knew that) appointment that conflicted has been rescheduled for Saturday. Transportation has been locked in for both, and I've just fired off directions to my mom, who's covering the Saturday run.
Not being able to drive is grating on me. Being trapped in this apartment is grating on me. Not being able to even carry a sandwich back to my desk is driving me utterly insane. *sigh* I'm gonna post this and quit whining, now. Maybe I'll take a nap or something...
