I’ve been doing bad with my stay at home rehabilitation. I kind of have an excuse. It’s a long explanation but basically my grandmother is in the hospital….I still could be at home if I really wanted to be there though. I am going back tomorrow afternoon. I am making myself go. I am very nervous/scared. Thursday night is when my neighbor to the left went nuts. I haven’t been there on a Thursday night since.
Next week scares me more. The kids are home for spring break. ::FREAK OUT:: That will be a test. No, a final freaking exam. An all essay final exam. A verbal exam. No, even worse – a job interview. ACJKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
I don’t expect people to get it. I’m already being judged. This person has no idea what I’m dealing with. If you don’t have PTSD or high anxiety, I don’t expect you to get it. But it would be nice if the person laid off the judging, you know?
Nice…what a concept!
So I’m scared. I’m always scared. Breaking news! Needless to say, no reward for me this week. I didn’t try hard enough but as long as I stay out of hotels…+1 for me. 😉
Just an update on my craziness.
We’re just blowin’ smoke.
Hey-yea
Out here goin’ broke
It would be nice if I could rent a house after my lease runs out. I know that’s laughable but at least I know more about house hunting after my last experience. I know what I need in a house…too bad it will be very tough for me to rent one.
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I fell off the not drinking soda wagon this week. My life is a mess!
