With my Employment insurance suspended, and my dad getting worse and worse, this has been a very tough time for me. My dad has multiple infections and is in the ICU, recently they gave him a tracheotomy. Because he has C difficile we can’t enter his room without getting dressed in a hospital gown, wearing gloves and a mask.
I am desperately seeking a job, because it really sucks when you don’t have any money coming in. Andrew is barely making ends meet and it’s been more than difficult lately. I have been learning to be frugal, and I’ve also become humble. I miss that steady paycheck more than you can know.
My therapy lately has been knitting, and reading. I find that when I am knitting, it is impossible to eat. Which is great I have been putting off eating as I knit and knit away.
I’m not the only one who thinks that knitting is great therapy:
Apparently, when you are busy doing a mindless task when going through a traumatic event, the memories are easier to process.
So,as I deal with the thoughts of no money, governmental red tape, and my dad’s sickness and perhaps impending death, I have managed to knit a ridiculously long DR Who Scarf for Andrew. Hey, at least I’m not drowning my sorrows in Hagen Das Strawberry Cream Cheese ice cream.
Hang in there.