Jul. 14th, 2016 12:42 pm
Butterflying
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muckefuckThings have settled into a routine, which is a both good and bad. Good because it means that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu's condition is stable and improving steadily, but bad because of the false sense of normality which will be shattered the moment we have either a major setback or a major step forward (i.e. his coming home).
I could be using this time to accomplish things which really need to get done around the house. Instead, I'm still doing the minimum there and squeezing in all the socialising I can. Before he was in the hospital, I felt like I'd seen almost nobody all year. Hospital visits are a tricky thing, since the point of them is not really to spend time with me but with the patient. (An acquaintance I saw over the weekend told me she was staying away for just that reason.) Trying to split the difference and combine them with a meal out with me wasn't too feasible back when things were more iffy, but it's better now.
I imagine I'll hit my limit before too much longer and be back to hiding in the bedroom reading again. (I try to do that, but it's tough to ignore calls and texts when any one of them could be from my husband or a health provider--and now Dad's back in the hospital, too, making it all worse.) So in the meantime I should be doing more to fit in the people I really want to see rather than simply those who are being most persistent, but that requires a change of personality I'm not yet up to effecting.
monshu's condition is stable and improving steadily, but bad because of the false sense of normality which will be shattered the moment we have either a major setback or a major step forward (i.e. his coming home).I could be using this time to accomplish things which really need to get done around the house. Instead, I'm still doing the minimum there and squeezing in all the socialising I can. Before he was in the hospital, I felt like I'd seen almost nobody all year. Hospital visits are a tricky thing, since the point of them is not really to spend time with me but with the patient. (An acquaintance I saw over the weekend told me she was staying away for just that reason.) Trying to split the difference and combine them with a meal out with me wasn't too feasible back when things were more iffy, but it's better now.
I imagine I'll hit my limit before too much longer and be back to hiding in the bedroom reading again. (I try to do that, but it's tough to ignore calls and texts when any one of them could be from my husband or a health provider--and now Dad's back in the hospital, too, making it all worse.) So in the meantime I should be doing more to fit in the people I really want to see rather than simply those who are being most persistent, but that requires a change of personality I'm not yet up to effecting.
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