It's already 2:30 AM and I have to get up to go to WORK tomorrow (rather, today) because I was less than productive Friday afternoon, so I have to keep this additional entry brief.
Most of today was spent helping The Mother with grocery shopping and taking down Christmas decorations/rearranging the front room. I passed out on the couch around 3 PM and lost most of the rest of the afternoon as a result. No thank you cards were composed, let alone hand-written. I also still even need to write a Christmas card, but luckily, precedence allows me up to three month's leeway on that one. Some things never change.
The Mother may have broken a rib again, this time trying to reach for some steaks at the very bottom of the freezer. It threatens to screw up my plans for both work and play tomorrow, but there's not much I can do about that. I think I'm still having trouble adjusting to the fact that she relies on me so much. I am starting, slowly, to realize just how confined she is here in this house when I'm away. As long as she has the postherpetic neuralgia (diagnosis courtesy of yours truly) and is on so many damned strong drugs, she can't drive, which means she can't run her own errands, or even go to the library to get books. And even if she could get books, she has trouble reading because of the side effects from the Lyrica. So, besides TV (not even DVDs, because she doesn't know how to use the built-in DVD player in any of the TVs despite at least a couple of attempts at lessons), she has no source of entertainment. "Luckily", she can sleep most of the day away, again, due to the drugs, but what kind of Life is that? And, of course, it came up again that she has no way of contacting me when I'm out since I *still* don't have a cell phone. She even said it was "mean" of me not to have gotten one. I think that's a bit harsh, but perhaps she's right. No matter what, as she says, "It's a sad case." I have to be brutally honest and sometimes wonder if she wouldn't be better off just passing and being done with this Life. I mean, what does she have to look forward to? She said she doesn't want to remarry; she has no true friends to speak of, at least in my mind, and she's even hinted at that herself; family of any value is sparse, and she often takes issue with them. Plus, with all her bodily conditions, everyday tasks can be difficult. I could go on, but saying it "out loud" espouses a certain degree of guilt, and it's getting late. Besides, it won't really change anything.
As usual, I feel like there was more to say, but the prior paragraph has left me a bit drained and I also can't let writing these entries in the wee hours of the morning to become another impediment to a better sleeping routine.
Hopefully tomorrow (today!) will be productive in both work and play, but I won't hold my breath.
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