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Slow climbs towards sanity
Gods.
I seem to have mostly shaken the health collapse at this point; my guts are only cranky to hormonally-appropriate levels, more or less. My sleep patterns have mostly improved to normal -- rather than the horrible insomnia and the staying in bed for-fucking-ever I'm doing a normal 8-9 hours at the normal time.
Energy levels on the rebound, somewhat. Got some stuff done today, and an edit for RTV. Found some legal documents or something attached with the previous homeowners from the Sheriff's Office wodged into the door, but people there have gone home for the day. I hate making phone calls, but really, I'd rather not deal with random policemen trying to locate the woman who used to live here, so that goes on the tasklist for tomorrow to make go away.
Still emotionally fragile and kind of short-tempered. Keep having to be a responsible adult and do the hard but necessary thing, which mostly has a bit of my psyche wanting to throw a tantrum and insist on someone else being a grownup for a bit. But, of course, continuing with being a responsible goddamn adult.
Stiff upper lip, pip fucking pip.
I seem to have mostly shaken the health collapse at this point; my guts are only cranky to hormonally-appropriate levels, more or less. My sleep patterns have mostly improved to normal -- rather than the horrible insomnia and the staying in bed for-fucking-ever I'm doing a normal 8-9 hours at the normal time.
Energy levels on the rebound, somewhat. Got some stuff done today, and an edit for RTV. Found some legal documents or something attached with the previous homeowners from the Sheriff's Office wodged into the door, but people there have gone home for the day. I hate making phone calls, but really, I'd rather not deal with random policemen trying to locate the woman who used to live here, so that goes on the tasklist for tomorrow to make go away.
Still emotionally fragile and kind of short-tempered. Keep having to be a responsible adult and do the hard but necessary thing, which mostly has a bit of my psyche wanting to throw a tantrum and insist on someone else being a grownup for a bit. But, of course, continuing with being a responsible goddamn adult.
Stiff upper lip, pip fucking pip.
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And a *hug*.
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Very weird...