This Crazy Life

Wash, rinse and repeat.  That is the story of our lives.  I see it as the story for the rest of my life.  And That My Friends is a DEPRESSING FEELING.  But if it’s what we have to do, then I guess it’s what we have to do.  I started back in therapy for me.  I really like the girl I found.  She has 3 kids on the spectrum so she gets caretaker burnout.  In fact I actually feel bad complaining to her, because I know she has to have so much on her plate too.  We went to the doctor yesterday.  She’s stable again.  Her doctor worried all weekend that she was going to have to send her to the hospital, but she managed to lower her exercise just enough to perk her vitals up enough to stay home another week.  How long can she do it, that’s the million dollar question my friends.  Regularly I get texts.  I can tell I’ve gained weight.  I’m gaining weight too fast, blah blah blah.  Today it was I know I’m gaining weight from how my clothes fit and I can see it in my cheeks.  You swore you wouldn’t do anything.  Honey, no one is doing anything.  You said the same thing last week.  Well I can really tell this week.  My sister recommended I screen shot this conversation.  Then text time she says the same thing I’ll screenshot my response.  Then screen shot that.  And use it the next time she says it.  I actually think it sounds like a good idea.  I’m not sure how she’ll react.  But. It. Gets. Old. Being. A. Broken. Record.