It's amazing what just a little good news can do! the beginning of last week was pretty ordinary with Mary starting to sell things in our house she doesn't want to take with her. Not good news on the affordability front either, with house prices rising sharply, and we are starting to get some idea of the expenses involved. It was just one gut punch after another, and I admit, I crumpled. I pretty much laid down and cried for 3 days.
Thursday I made myself get cleaned up and went to visit my colleagues at work, as I am still off on medical leave. It was so good to get hugs, sympathy and support! I went home to get ready for a Skype session with my surgeon,and he was really happy with the photos I sent through, saying my recovery was ahead of schedule, and most of my restrictions could be lifted. I could drop one salt bath per day and just have one, and I was good to go back to work in the second week of March.
The best part was the realisation that I was OK to visit my grandchildren! Friday morning I was on the highway to see my 2 month old grandson, and of course, his parents! He has grown in the 2 months since I saw him last! Then I drove to see my daughter and her 3 boys. They were very happy to see me and there ware squabbles over who could sit on my knee while I read books to them. I had hours of giggles and cuddles and returned home quite happy.
I have been better placed to deal with real estate agents and our accountant, and though I still am not sure I can keep my house, I am a little more positive about it. I realised my falling apart is also due to unresolved issues I have with being trans, and when other stressors arise, my unresolved issues surface and overwhelm me. I have tried to resolve these issues with the help of 3 counsellors, to no avail, and I just don't have confidence in them to waste more money. So, a little positive news made a big difference, even though the nightmare is still real, and I know I will need to deal with it again very soon.
Hugs,
Allie