Lots of shit happened in the last 2 days. Thursday morning I booked a therapy discussion to talk about what has been going on and have a place to vent and plan.
Thursday morning was day one of home care meds.
My appointment was at the exact same time and my phone started ringing as soon as I sat down. Cue even more anxiety.
I'll likely get into therapy at some point. Needless to say I didn't get a lot of answers and didn't feel as good as I usually do because I was worried about the message on my phone.
Home care didn't find the meds.
Dad thinks this is done and won't happen again.
They are trying again on Saturday.
Cue more anxiety.
Today, Friday he was going to get picked up for day program.
In the morning I had got out his Noa from the government. The day program needed the info and I had sealed the envelope.
He opened it and got upset as it showed he owed taxes.
I had to diffuse a nuclear bomb just before he got picked up.
He was worried about the payments and wonder why it happened.
I calmed him down and told him I paid it already and it was a formality.
He got on the bus. I cried for five minutes and went to work.
When I came home he was happy and told me he had a good time. I almost cried as I changed out of my work clothes.
He was still on about the CRA payments.
I have to say I'm very happy with all the support I've been getting from friends and family. Everyone is reaching out and checking in on us. It makes me happy that people are in our corner.
Despite the fact that this is extremely difficult to navigate, I'm starting to figure out how to do it. Atleast as far as taking care of him.
Myself is a different story, that's just breaking.
I do have hope though.
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