Thanksgiving was sad… I cooked and put up a tree but that’s all. I was sick and cried.
Hubby’s birthday was Dec 5th… I stayed home. Still sick. Cried…
Christmas was even sadder… thanks to family we had a Christmas. Didn’t feel like having Christmas, really wasn’t my feet enough to get anything, didn’t feel like shopping, didn’t cook… went to my brother’s house. Inlaws were brilliant! They sent gift cards for restaurants, so me and son will get out of the house, and they got us comfy clothes to sit around in. When I was alone, I cried and still sick..
New Years…. cleaned my house, just wanted to sit on my couch and eat pizza and get fat(ter)… Cried… still sick. Worked a bunch of hours.. I think it was 92.. in 2 weeks.
Put in 60 hours last week… will put in 40 this week… working hard, getting frustrated, still sick but getting better.
Started writing…. Tired all the time… family dragged me out of the house this weekend. The last time I really left to have some fun was Halloween I think. I cry at least once a day, or at bedtime. This sucks, I want my husband back. I want to throw stuff, break stuff…. yell… hit people… stay in bed… in the dark…
I hate the cat… most of the time. Oh.. and we have snow! First snow I’ve seen in several years… note to self. Check antifreeze, have battery checked and find out why my car is leaking oil… when it didn’t used to. And my leg still resembles a zombie bite, but I think it’s getting better.
I’m back to revising 🙂