Interesting times
Sep. 14th, 2007 07:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
voxwomanI'm glad I'm posting here about my gastrointestinal issues. I see that they've been going on for a while now, and they are getting worse. That's not exactly a good thing, but it is indicating that I've got some sort of chronic issue. Considering that I've completely fallen off the "healthy eating" bandwagon, I am not surprised. My current diet consists mostly of meat and starch with some cookies and ice cream tossed in. I'm nowhere near the 5 servings of fruit/veggies per day of the s'pposed-duh eat list (otherwise known as the revised food pyramid). Some bananas right now would help a lot right now. And probably some yogurt with active cultures, to repopulate the gut.
But enough of that.
Last night's remembered dream was rather poignant. I was with my Dad, who was incredibly lucid and making very financially astute decisions - he wanted access to some funds (probably the money I'm returning to him after the closing) and he was telling me how he wanted to invest it. I wanted him to talk it over with my brother, so he could keep track and check to make sure it was a legitimate investment. Dad got... well, not really annoyed, but, maybe concerned that we were taking too much interest in his financial dealings, and I had to point out to him that most of the time, he's, well, not all there. I said to him: You have good days and bad days, and today is a very good day. There are days when you don't know who I am; when you think I'm mom, when you don't remember and I tried to say "that mom is dead" but I couldn't form the words, and I had a lot of trouble making any intelligible sounds (I suspect I was trying to talk in my sleep at that point - because it had that moving-through-molasses feel to it). This upset me and I woke up.
I'm supposed to hear when we are closing on the house today. It's a good damn thing, too, because we are rapidly running out of money. Again. The news about the economy doesn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy, either. R's work kind of depends on people upgrading their TVs, and that's not a necessity when money gets tight. The second job of mine is going to help, but I won't see any cash from that until November sometime.
I decided to hire someone (a coven sister of mine) to come do my filing - this is the filing that's been backed up for over a year, and is causing my office to look like a disaster area, keeping me from finishing the unpacking in here (because there's no room for anything else), and being organized in general. I'm looking forward to her company in the daytime, and getting this done and my files in a condition where I can keep up with it. It's the backlog that's keeping me from attempting it because I know it's a good 2 day's worth of nothing but filing, and I can't stand thinking about it, much less doing anything about it. I am OK asking for outside help (a big step for me, really!), and I am also OK paying someone else - it's certainly worth it to me to do this.
But enough of that.
Last night's remembered dream was rather poignant. I was with my Dad, who was incredibly lucid and making very financially astute decisions - he wanted access to some funds (probably the money I'm returning to him after the closing) and he was telling me how he wanted to invest it. I wanted him to talk it over with my brother, so he could keep track and check to make sure it was a legitimate investment. Dad got... well, not really annoyed, but, maybe concerned that we were taking too much interest in his financial dealings, and I had to point out to him that most of the time, he's, well, not all there. I said to him: You have good days and bad days, and today is a very good day. There are days when you don't know who I am; when you think I'm mom, when you don't remember and I tried to say "that mom is dead" but I couldn't form the words, and I had a lot of trouble making any intelligible sounds (I suspect I was trying to talk in my sleep at that point - because it had that moving-through-molasses feel to it). This upset me and I woke up.
I'm supposed to hear when we are closing on the house today. It's a good damn thing, too, because we are rapidly running out of money. Again. The news about the economy doesn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy, either. R's work kind of depends on people upgrading their TVs, and that's not a necessity when money gets tight. The second job of mine is going to help, but I won't see any cash from that until November sometime.
I decided to hire someone (a coven sister of mine) to come do my filing - this is the filing that's been backed up for over a year, and is causing my office to look like a disaster area, keeping me from finishing the unpacking in here (because there's no room for anything else), and being organized in general. I'm looking forward to her company in the daytime, and getting this done and my files in a condition where I can keep up with it. It's the backlog that's keeping me from attempting it because I know it's a good 2 day's worth of nothing but filing, and I can't stand thinking about it, much less doing anything about it. I am OK asking for outside help (a big step for me, really!), and I am also OK paying someone else - it's certainly worth it to me to do this.
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Hmmm...
Date: 2007-09-15 03:23 pm (UTC)That dream seems to indicate that your dad's condition is pretty stressful as well... That, or you having to identify/take over the role of your mom...
I really can't begin to imagine how difficult this is. But dreaming about the situation can only do you good, really :-).
*hugs*
Re: Hmmm...
Date: 2007-09-15 04:13 pm (UTC)I'm due for that lovely procedure soon enough (colonoscopy is one of those fun things to look forward to when you turn 50, apparently).
Re: Hmmm...
Date: 2007-09-15 05:15 pm (UTC)But dad found it no big deal, so... Good luck!