I’m not really over the urge to whine, but I shall move on.
Life has reached a point of relative plateau.
I am only considering the non-hiding bit because I don’t get much done except the basics of survival and once the crisisses subside I regret the lack of accomplishment in areas that are strictly for me. But damn, I get tired. (And you thought I was done whining.)
Since I was last here over a month ago, the two biggies:
My husband (QV) was laid off. His company shut down the division for which he worked.
Two weeks later, he had a stroke.
Both “disasters” turned out not to be as horrendous as they sound.
The most important part is that QV (who is only 50) was very lucky in that the effects of the stroke were bizarre but minimal and should not affect his future abilities. We just have to go through the process of having him cleared by a bucket load of doctors. The stroke high-lighted a weak heart as the cause.
We have radically changed our life-styles and we will end up being healthier than before. That’s definitely a good thing.
I don’t much like talking about this kind of stuff (to my mother’s eternal dismay) but I feel guilty about my disappearing acts. I know other people have “stuff” to deal with, too, but I don’t handle stress well. I’ve always required lots of alone time and the need is greater when I have to marshall energy for these lovely little surprises that are thrown our way to help us grow. (I’m laughing hysterically over that last phrase. Are you?)
Merry Meet and Blessed Be