ita, I hope you can get your meds soon.
My life has officially reached such depressing proportions that people don't know what to say to me anymore.
The wife of one of my temps (okay, I'll say it, my favorite temp) died night before last. She had been battling lung cancer for eight months, and it had metastasized to her brain. He had taken the past few weeks off to spend with her. She had just gone into hospice last week while I was out of town. The wake is tonight.
Meanwhile, my 15 1/2 year-old dog hasn't eaten anything except for a few bites since Saturday. She's been slowly fading over the past year--she's blind, has arthritis, Cushing's disease, is incontinent, on three medications, and has gone from 22 lbs. to 13 lbs. in the past year, but she has held on and even had moments of sprightliness. But the vet told me a few weeks ago that she was showing signs of kidney failure, and now she just seems to be winding down. She doesn't seem to be in pain, but all she does is sleep and drink and pee. Mostly sleep. I keep expecting to find her not breathing.
I was just telling my co-worker that I just hope that she doesn't die today, because I really don't want to miss E's wife's wake tonight, and she said, "I...don't know what to say to that."
Finally, I talked to my sister-in-law yesterday. As of yesterday, my brother has been in the hospital for 96 days, and has been in hospice for six weeks. He's been off the feeding tube since Christmas. My SIL, who has been at his bedside this whole time, still sobs every time I talk to her on the phone. I can't even cry anymore. Not for her, or my brother, or my dog, or anything. I'm just going about my day, working, doing trivial things, surfing the web, waiting to see what happens next.
I'd be worried about how dissociated I am about all this, but I'm too dissociated to give a shit.