I spent a good chunk of time cleaning fish tanks this weekend. Scrubbing algae and cleaning water, protein skimming... Wash spent 6 days putting off cleaning the cat boxes and then almost 2 hours bitching before he cleaned them. The meds seem to make him a lot more whiny in the mornings. I've been switching to having him do his (like, 3) chores in the evenings.
I've also been trying hard to make sure he/we are getting out every day for some kind of a walk. I feel so lax on my exercise lately, and Wash won't get out of bed unprompted, so it all falls on me to be my own motivator and his. Hard stuff some days.
I've been trying to drive a little more lately to make sure I get over my fears/trauma of the tire blow out. I've noticed that I've become a lot more sensitive about night driving as well, which I haven't been since about '05 when we had the Baseline Rapist/Killer (s) out. I partly also wonder if my vision is getting worse and perhaps that is contributing towards my hesitation to drive. The weather is calming down some but not enough yet for Wash to really get to spend a lot of time outside.
We started to watch 'The Sopranos' this week; we're about halfway through the first season (neither of us has seen it before) and so far I find it hilarious. I imagine it might have some darker plot lines coming, but to me watching it now, there's just a level of humor at the writing I can't deny.
So far I've managed to go halfway through October without a major pinkwashing/cancer mental break. I'm happy and proud for that. I've separated off contact with a few people who I know would say some stupid shit this month and I have a core of good friends around who 'get' how the Pinkwashing makes me feel. All cancers suck, true... however it is brain cancer that is going to take my husband and I wish it would get even half the attention/awareness.
October also marks my birthday- coming up at the end of the month.
I always seem to get (extra) depressed around then. I don't think it is seasonal as I love fall and winter and spend time outside. It is just clockwork since I was about 6 or so that the 2 weeks or so before my birthday I just feel more depressed, less social, more anxious...
I just want it to be over. I am always expecting something horrid to happen, and honestly almost losing Wash on my 23rd was beyond no fun. Breaking my arm for my 8th. Having a family member forget my 16th. Being vomited on by someone on my 10th.
I don't have a real good feeling relationship with my own birthday.
I'll be 25 this year. Young, it was how old Wash was when he was diagnosed and given less than 2 years to live. At the same time, I've lived lifetimes in as long as I have been alive, I feel this absolute divide with my youth now. Somehow it is all done and wrapped up, no more 'kid fun'. I feel robbed to a degree. This unfairness of life, which cast me so mature so very very very young has yet again found a way to toss me to the side of what society tells us is 'success'.
Some things in life change, mature, grow. Some things stay static. Both can be good or bad or even both.
I just don't know where I am anymore.