Bad Brain Day
Dec. 12th, 2019 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosI've tipped into a depressive episode. It's been coming on for a few days, and I'm assuming it's because of the combination of ongoing achiness from my extraction, my daughter's stress and pain over her new orthodontic appliance (which she got last Tuesday, the day after my extraction), the pile of stuff in the living room, and the untidiness of my bedroom. It doesn't help that yesterday I received a highly unusual reprimand at work, one which I deserved, and my supervisor followed up with an email this morning. I would like to take a mental health day from work, which my closest colleague would support, but we're going to be short-handed so I wouldn't feel right about it.
My 55th birthday is this Saturday. My mom is meeting Foxgirl and I for brunch at my closest favorite restaurant. I would *like* to drive 30 miles down the freeway to my favorite steak house, but that would be a logistical challenge given my mom's more limited driving comfort. Plus, I don't think my mouth is up to steak yet.
That evening FG and a close friend (met on LJ) are going to carpool to "The After Party," a death-related gala. It should be fun, but it's a gift to my daughter, not something I'm doing for myself for my birthday.
It's one of those days when I want to crawl into a hole and pull a blanket up over my head, but I can't because I have to be a damn adult.
My 55th birthday is this Saturday. My mom is meeting Foxgirl and I for brunch at my closest favorite restaurant. I would *like* to drive 30 miles down the freeway to my favorite steak house, but that would be a logistical challenge given my mom's more limited driving comfort. Plus, I don't think my mouth is up to steak yet.
That evening FG and a close friend (met on LJ) are going to carpool to "The After Party," a death-related gala. It should be fun, but it's a gift to my daughter, not something I'm doing for myself for my birthday.
It's one of those days when I want to crawl into a hole and pull a blanket up over my head, but I can't because I have to be a damn adult.
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Date: 2019-12-12 09:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-12-13 04:17 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday! We're nearly the same age. I turn 55 next May.
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Date: 2019-12-13 10:12 pm (UTC)