I'm still here. Alone.

Today is November 3rd. I was up early; very, very early. I had an appointment to see Dr. Craigy, the psychologist. About a year and a half ago, I saw him to try and cope with my husband's journey with cancer and his eventual death. My health plan would only let me see him for 3 hours a year so I had 3 appointments with him and then had to stop. If I could have I probably would have continued seeing him. Now, I am on Medicare and they will allow me more time to talk to the doctor. He has some great insights into what I have gone through and it is always good to feel validated in how you feel.

Anyway, I still have got boxes in all the wrong places. The kids are still saying call if you need anything. I feel like I am imposing and guilty if I have to call. Doctor says that I should call and remind them of the "help" they offered and get to work fixing my space so I don't need to feel like I'm living out of boxes. This has gone on for three months now. Well, I'm going to call them and see what happens. I'll probably get the same run around. I know they have stuff to do, but, I'd like to be settled.

Hell, I forgot that I had food packed away. Canned goods, spices, stuff that I don't use everyday. But if it wasn't in the cupboard, I forgot that it might be in the boxes and go out and buy more (now have 3 boxes of salt; does it go bad?). Well, the food is back in the cupboards, the counters at least look cleared of junk. Except for the appliances that are on them. You know, the usual stuff, toaster, microwave, can opener, etc.

Tonight I am calling my son and telling him that I could use his help in moving the stuff this weekend. If he can't do it, I won't get mad, I'll get pissed. He should know better. I'm not asking for the moon. I have 3 kids living within 45 minutes of me and they can't come up for a couple of hours to help. That's crap.

I don't like to complain, but there it is. If I can't complain on this blog where the H E L L else can I do it.

That's all for now. Will up-date when there's more to complain about. LAUGH OUT LOUD!!