Climbing back onto the world....
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Have you ever commented that someone seems have to fallen off the face of the planet? Well, I think I did. I'm still struggling to figure out how to lose the weight I gained back and have not been successful, so I'm slowly coming back to SP. I'm starting slow for now - tracking exercise and trying to focus on what I eat without tracking (which tends to make me obsessive, though I hope to get back to that as well in a couple of weeks). For now, I'm going to focus on exercise and protein.
But, an update from the last post. I can't believe it's been over a year! A lot has happened. I am still at the same job and it's worse than any job I've ever had. The people are wonderful; the management is not. And now they've hired someone from outside of our profession to run the group. I don't report to this person, but the folks who do work for me do. How's that for crazy. I manage the work, but not the people! They don't like it either. I try to just deal with this, but this person knows nothing about our industry. We are training her how to do the work that for the rest of the world would require a Master's degree or extensive experience and in some cases both. It has been almost two years here, so as loath as I am to look for another job, I will. I'd love to stay where I am (rents are so high here, I bought a condo a year ago out of self defense) because I like my condo and have made a few friends here. I believe friends make a huge difference; it's very hard starting over somewhere.
Then, my Mother. To make a long story short, she was prescribed a medication that almost killed her. However, we couldn't get her GP at the time to talk to us about the side effects. We were just told that she had to take the medication. I finally had to make an emergency trip home and put her in assisted living. By that point, she wasn't aware of much that was going on around her. It was horrible. Because of the the assisted living we chose, her GP wasn't in their route of taking residents to appointments. This saved her life. Her new GP would visit her at the assisted living facility and he realized quickly what the problem was and stopped the one drug. It took many months, but my Mom has been able to move back home. She is lucid and aware. In short, she is my Mother (basically). We do have someone come in and help her for several hours, several days a week and they take her to the store, etc. I now go home every three or four months, which is added stress.
During the emergency trip home, I had a pet sitter for my cat. While gone, she developed a bladder infection, which they didn't bother to mention in any of the texts to me. My vet couldn't see her until two days after I got back, so I switched vets. That turned out to be a good decision as well. She is a cats only vet and has helped greatly. We are still trying to fight a bladder infection that apparently is just hanging on. So, I still have litter box issues, but it could be worse. I picked up a new antibiotic this afternoon. Fingers crossed. She turned 19 last month, so it's basically like having a little old lady in the house.
Add to this my plantar fasciitis flared for months. I learned that I needed to improve my shoes, which has been a slow process. It has helped immensely, though, as I can now stand barefooted long enough to do yoga.
It's been a crazy past year, but I'm hoping I can at least develop some coping mechanisms that let me put work away when I come home and avoid all the emotional blow back from that stress.