It’s yet another Monday, and the week is off to an uneventful start. As Martha would say, it’s a good thing. I’ll be starting the week with a shorter shift than usual because I’m going to be at a doctor’s appointment at the end of the day. I’m ok with leaving early in this case, especially because
- A: it’s Monday, and Mondays in a pharmacy can really suck.
- B: I’ll working with the pharmacist who can be an absolute stressball to deal with
His mom messaged me on Facebook last night. She wanted to know how I was doing. I haven’t replied; I haven’t spoken to her since just before Thanksgiving. I don’t really know how to reply, especially when all I want to really say to her is “your son is a fucking idiot and I’ve been eating my feelings for the last two months.”
I’m trying to recenter myself a bit. Yesterday, I rearranged the pantry and fridge after they got thoroughly cleaned out. There were four open boxes of fettuccine pasta and a can of haggis that expired in 2014. I haven’t been eating as well as I could – I’d live on nothing but oatmeal and have eaten it for three meals a day on occasion – and I’m really bad about snacking lately. No more. A shitload of snacks were tossed out. Today I had an egg on an English muffin, which I consider a big step in a better direction. I spent this morning doing some yoga, sticking to my goal of doing something every morning. Breathe in, breathe out.
Exhale, and let it go.
