So since my last post the following has occurred:
- My house was burgled. I wasn't robbed as I keep telling people as robbery's involve facing the dude who wants to rob you. Thankfully, I was not home. But T-Boz was. Poor thing. She was robbed. And she is deaf, so of course they probably scared the poo out of her. But I don't recall seeing poo.
- I visited the ER and then stayed awhile with a nasty infection to a blister. Yes, I said a blister. How in the H does a blister send you to the ER? It gets infected with staph, thats how.
My glass half full response:
- They did not hurt TBoz. I have super friends who have supported me and comforted me (and still do). I have fantastic insurance that replaced my stuff (minus my effing deductible).
- I did not die. I still have my foot. I have super friends who have supported me and helped me when I couldn't help myself. I got the blister from walking around the fair. I had fun at the fair (but not worth a trip to the ER, OK that was a half empty response).
I need new coping mechanisms. I will begin making a concerted effort to build a new arsenal of coping tools. Sigh. This is going to be hard.