I'm feeling chilly, so I'm bundled up in my warm up-to-the-ankle house slippers and the Winnipeg Humane Society sweater that I inherited from my mom, with a cup of hot coffee close at hand.
Today I'm finally biting the bullet and phoning her credit card companies to report her death. I know it's pathetic, but I simply haven't been able to bring myself to do it before. For some reason the prospect is a lot less painful now than it was even a month or so ago.
I talked things over with my psychiatrist yesterday and came to the decision that I really don't need to go back to the anxiety-provoking environment of Ipsos-Reid. As he pointed out, I already have a career that I get a lot of satisfaction out of and that brings joy to people; it's not like I need the I-R job in order to pay the bills. Still, it feels an awful lot like admitting that I fail at the game of Real Life. And there's the letter of resignation to write, which will not be a lot of fun.
On my way to the hospital yesterday afternoon I stopped at the Millennium Library to drop off some books and ended up buying a couple of used books from a table in front of their gift shop. One is a book on endometriosis that I picked up for Terri, and the other is a book about ancient inventions that so far is pretty cool. From the library's New and Noted stacks I also picked up a book about James Tiptree Jr., a book about palliative care, and a book about the controversy over homosexuality. Those should keep me in reading material for a while.
MM calls. Again.
Today I'm finally biting the bullet and phoning her credit card companies to report her death. I know it's pathetic, but I simply haven't been able to bring myself to do it before. For some reason the prospect is a lot less painful now than it was even a month or so ago.
I talked things over with my psychiatrist yesterday and came to the decision that I really don't need to go back to the anxiety-provoking environment of Ipsos-Reid. As he pointed out, I already have a career that I get a lot of satisfaction out of and that brings joy to people; it's not like I need the I-R job in order to pay the bills. Still, it feels an awful lot like admitting that I fail at the game of Real Life. And there's the letter of resignation to write, which will not be a lot of fun.
On my way to the hospital yesterday afternoon I stopped at the Millennium Library to drop off some books and ended up buying a couple of used books from a table in front of their gift shop. One is a book on endometriosis that I picked up for Terri, and the other is a book about ancient inventions that so far is pretty cool. From the library's New and Noted stacks I also picked up a book about James Tiptree Jr., a book about palliative care, and a book about the controversy over homosexuality. Those should keep me in reading material for a while.
MM calls. Again.
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Sounds like some good books! I might be interested in borrowing the one on pallative care if you wouldn't mind when you are done with it.
The credit card companies will understand about your mom..these things are hard to do.