Aside from a horrible couple days with spring allergies because I felt like airing out the house, I seem to be doing fantastic as long as I remember to take breaks. Cleaned rugs and floors, deep cleaned here and there. Brutal work in physical therapy knocks me down a little and then I bounce back happy as a clam cleaning my house. Still holding steady on 2 100mg gabapentin a day, once morning and evening. Not caving back, no cravings for anything, so I apparently passed the addiction threshold. I even forget to take them once in awhile.
People bailing on appointments, I wound up first in line on a call list. Why yes, I'd love to keep working on my head stuff.
You guys don't see me writing my thing. I'm finally pulling 5 years of perplexed angst into a condensed story about my friend before she was a murder victim. I'll link the page when I'm done.
here comes April, again
It's nice finally understanding #pinkyblog and sorting all that out.
Interesting that I still haven't cried or mourned my dad passing at all. I feel nothing, and the anger is gone. It's still a relief.
My mom was a lot braver than most can imagine.
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