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Jan. 13th, 2015 09:58 amSome kinds of help are the kinds of help you don't actually get, apparently. It's been just about two weeks now and I've heard from EAP once to the tune of "we're working on it but everybody's booked solid". I'm debating now whether I should call them back and tell them to forget it, or whether it would be useful to tell somebody what I thought I needed help with so I know what, if anything, to do with it next time. I hope there won't be a next time, because one crisis at a time is plenty, but just in case...
In other news, my right rotator cuff is giving me issues again. I wish it would decide what exactly it doesn't like, because so far it seems to be random amounts of sore on random days. I know it didn't like the peculiar stretch I had to do the other night to shut off the light on the nightstand without shoving Snip off the bed, but I haven't done anything like that lately.
So far my attempts to, as my family puts it, "remember the good things" have resulted in at least one good thing per day without my having to think about it terribly hard. That leads me to believe that this is a thing I should keep doing, because there's always SOMETHING good, no matter how trivial. Today it was the look on Lily's face when she yawns, which makes me giggle every time I see it. It's been about seven years now and I still giggle every time I see it.
I need to make some time, sometime, to start drawing again. I'm passable at it as long as I pay attention, and there are at least three things I've seen lately that I want to try drawing. I've been carrying a painting around in my head for ages now, too, but I absolutely cannot make paint do what I want and I don't think it's something I can describe to somebody else and have painted for me. The painting is sharing brain space with the children's book I should write down someday. Meanwhile, I keep embroidering.
In other news, my right rotator cuff is giving me issues again. I wish it would decide what exactly it doesn't like, because so far it seems to be random amounts of sore on random days. I know it didn't like the peculiar stretch I had to do the other night to shut off the light on the nightstand without shoving Snip off the bed, but I haven't done anything like that lately.
So far my attempts to, as my family puts it, "remember the good things" have resulted in at least one good thing per day without my having to think about it terribly hard. That leads me to believe that this is a thing I should keep doing, because there's always SOMETHING good, no matter how trivial. Today it was the look on Lily's face when she yawns, which makes me giggle every time I see it. It's been about seven years now and I still giggle every time I see it.
I need to make some time, sometime, to start drawing again. I'm passable at it as long as I pay attention, and there are at least three things I've seen lately that I want to try drawing. I've been carrying a painting around in my head for ages now, too, but I absolutely cannot make paint do what I want and I don't think it's something I can describe to somebody else and have painted for me. The painting is sharing brain space with the children's book I should write down someday. Meanwhile, I keep embroidering.
