Linda is our wonderful host for SoCS. Her prompt is wonderful because when we write it’s supposed to be “off the cuff” and wandering is encouraged.
I must keep track of my mental well-being. If or when I reach the end of my rope, it is not easy to recover. So, in no particular order:
I was at the end of my rope with all of tRumps shenanigans, lies, and criminal activity. I stopped watching news programs for fear of my blood pressure sky rocketing. I hoped it was a thing of the past. Then today, watching some silly old sitcom a commercial came on that raised bile to my throat. It was a commercial for a tRump teddy bear. The commercial fibbed on and on about how he was a great president and America was so much better off under his tutelage. It really did make me sick.
I was at the end of my rope when I read my investment statements. Being retired, I am all too aware that my earning days are over. Seeing those numbers dipping so low, makes me more than anxious. I know there is nothing I can do though.
I am at the end of my rope when I hear people shouting at the neighborhood dogs for barking at them. What do they expect when they are parading their dogs past our yards? Our dogs (mine and my neighbor’s) are doing exactly what they are supposed to do.
I am at the end of my rope when I see the gas prices rising higher and higher. I have no control over this situation at all. It’s well over six dollars a gallon here. Poor Annie never gets car rides just for the heck of it anymore. When I need to go to the post office, I go late at night so she can come and have a ride without the concern of passing others.
I am at the end of my rope with some people not accepting my boundaries. I still wear a mask. I still shop early in the morning. I still avoid contact with the rest of the world. I am comfortable in my bubble. I read an article today that stated that President Biden will approve the 2nd booster for those over 60. I need to do some reading, that’s for sure. I will accept another booster. I’ve lost family and friends because of this horrible virus. I plan to do whatever I can to stay as safe as possible.
I am at the end of my rope with my bedroom mirrored closet doors. They get stuck more often than they move freely. They are very loud whenever I need to move them. I typically leave them together in the middle and try to reach around them to locate items. If I was more of a violent person, I would shatter them with a hammer.
I am at the end of my rope with the weeds growing in my front yard. For three years now I have allowed my lawn to die. The drought here is still at dangerous levels. Hopefully, soon, I will get a fake lawn installed. The yard was barren and only needed a few weeds removed weekly. We had a couple of light rains recently. It rained all night one night. I checked the weather report, and the total rainfall was less than ½ an inch total. Unfortunately, the weeds decided it was enough to grow over the entire area. I am frustrated to say the least.
I am at the end of my rope with my back pain. This last week has been off the charts horrible. I am doing my exercises, I am attending water therapy, I am seeing my chiropractor/acupuncturist, and I am avoiding doing anything that might further aggravate my back. I’m trying to keep a positive attitude, but chronic pain often makes my life difficult.
OK, I’m done kvetching.