Hello all!
It's been a long time, but I promise I haven't forgotten you all!
As you know, this story has been on hiatus due to a death in the family. Well, I was recovering, and started drafting the next chapter of our favourite sociopath…. And then my father died unexpectedly. I know, right? What the hell. I have been forced to set up a GoFundMe to raise money for his funeral (I'm on a pension, I have no other way to do it). But that was not the end of my current life shitery. As many of you know, I am a single mother, full time student, and work ¾ of a full-time job. So basically 3 full time jobs. Turns out my body didn't like that (what do you mean I need more than 4 hours sleep a night?! What kind of weak arse excuse is that?! I have shit to do!) and I'm now in hospital. Again. I had an atypical migraine that mimicked a stroke. I lost all the sensation and strength down the right side of my body. Don't panic, I'm ok! Migraine is gone, but I'm basically having to learn how to walk properly again, as well as build up the strength in my arm and leg. But because I'm a god damn Rockstar (with a truly phenomenal team of neurologists, nurses, physios, rehab specialists and psych support), I've progressed now to walking (slowly. So, very, very, slowly) with a cane and a hovering nurse to catch me if I fall over! No more walkers, yay!
But yeah, on our first meeting I frightened the psych team. Poor guy had to hold it together for his two students. Dude asked me to describe my usual day. He looked completely overwhelmed before I reached lunchtime. "That's… That's a lot of stress," he says stiffly. "More than most people. Or anyone else I know. I think… maybe we should start with some meditation and mindfulness exercises? I think you would benefit most from time to breathe." Poor guy. Lol. He was right though, it totally helped. So I have a scheduled mindfulness/meditation times, physio sessions twice a day (the Acute Rehab Team are BRUTAL, but definitely some kind of wizards), physio assigned exercises every hour (as energy permits), and the psychologist has given me 2x 45 minute sessions a day that I'm allowed to study (no more, and I have to stop if I show even a hint of a headache, and keep a log, and, and, and), one of today's I'm using to write this note even though I'm painfully behind in my work.
Also, my kid is dealing with an escalating bully at his school, and after trying all of the recommended non-confrontational methods we'd discussed (moving elsewhere, stating firmly he doesn't like the behaviour, trying to play with other kids, telling a teacher or asking for help), my very gentle boy finally lost his temper and smacked the bullying little turd. Before anyone gets up at me about how violence is never the answer and it's setting bad precedents etc, you're absolutely correct. But I've also made it clear that he has every right to defend himself if he can't get away to get help. He got hauled to the principal's office, and in this instance the principal agrees with me. So, after a thorough talk with my boy about context and appropriate response etc, Mama is dragging herself out of bed to go to war for her boy. We've had teacher's meetings before it reached this point, and 7 has been a brilliant example of restraint and attempts at de-escalation, but this has gotten too big for him to manage. So now it's my turn to ensure this gets dealt with properly. *cracks knuckles* To be clear, this is not easy right now since my brain seems to have leaked out my ears, but if anything will have me marching (hobbling) into that school trailed by a gaggle of hysterical nurses and physio's begging me to get back into bed it's threats to my son. So. There's that.
Why am I telling you this in all its boring and needlessly detailed glory? Fuck knows. Boredom probably? I wanted to let you know that I haven't forgotten you all, but then somewhere along the way you became the diary that answered back (Tom Riddle, is that you?!) and I was too tired to erase everything and try to write something more professional and vague sounding. Enjoy it, my lovelies, I probably won't be so forthcoming again anytime soon!
Whatever. I'm gonna go practice getting out of chairs; that shit's harder than you think.
*salute*