It’s another Monday. I can’t bring myself to adjust the alarm clock. I’ve been up since 5:30am, when my phone started blasting the opening chants of “The Circle of Life” from The Lion King. I slammed back a coffee, applied for a replacement social security card because I might need it, and did a workout.
The workout is just an attempt to do something normal. I walk around the house in a daze. Do I want to eat? No. He told me to paint when I saw him yesterday. Do I want to paint? No, that was an “us” activity, not a “me” activity. I tried to do some painting yesterday, and lasted about 15 minutes before I gave up and sorted through the pile of clothes some more. I write, and sort, and exist.
Mom asked if I was working today. When I told her I had nothing else to do, she replied “good. It’ll keep your mind occupied.”
In a fluke of good luck, the pharmacy will be totally full today, with both BossRPh and StressedRPh working overlapping shifts. Now I won’t feel so bad when/if I have to take phone calls.
