This post may seem sporadic and un-connected - but that's exactly my state of mind, so it's fitting.
The last week has been a whirlwind, I'm not going to re-cap cuz it's too painful.
If ya'll really wanna know what happened, you can read my last post, or read through my tweets to get a better sense of stuff.
For now, I'm just gonna write. Like you are my diary.
It's been so weird being at my Mom & Dad's house for so many hours straight in the last few days for Shivah. I haven't spent that much time there in years. It was the first time that I have been able to do it though, without fleeing home after an hour or two. I usually get very uncomfortable, so I'm glad that didn't happen this time.
I'm already judging this post - thinking I'm leaving things out, not considering my words enough, not conveying the 'right' message. But I'm gonna ignore those feelings.
I feel so fragile right now - like any more rocking of my boat will cause me to capsize. And possibly drown. If not drown, than at least lose all my worldly possessions (my mind) in this wicked and wild sea of life.
I have so much admiration towards my parents' friends. They have been so supportive. This is supposed to be a good thing, but it has made the sparse network of 'real life' friends that I travel in seem even more useless than it did before. This rocks my boat.
My Sessie cat is not feeling well. She hasn't moved almost at all in 2 days, and won't eat, and I'm having to force feed water to her to keep her hydrated. And one of D's toxic toads got out, so I don't know if she came into contact with it. He found it in the dogs food dish.
This rattles and rocks my boat.
I'm exhausted but I can't sleep without seeing and hearing my uncles last breath. Which means I can't sleep, even when I'm drugged (like last night, when I'd 'wake' from a 1/2 asleep state with odd thoughts in my brain...for example... if I forget the name of the diagnosis they gave my Dad in the hospital, I won't be able to help him if he feels sick again)
This VEHEMENTLY SHAKES my boat.
I'm thinking about the fact that when my parents die, if my network of 'real life' friends is as sparse and frivolous as it is right now I will undoubtedly capsize and sink to the bottom of the sea.
I'm thinking about how people keep telling me that my mother will undoubtedly crash after Shivah is over because she will have such an immense and seemingly unfulfillable void in her heart - and how they look at me like I'm supposed to know what to do is COMPLETELY freaking me out too.
This past week of trying to comfort her, act as her equal in terms of 'hostessing' the shivah house (despite the fact that one is really not supposed to do that in terms of Jewish tradition, but my Mom would not have it any other way) has all but made me bedridden. I'm not sure how I'm still standing. My legs and back are throbbing, almost constantly, but I'm so numb. I can't even cry anymore.
I keep thinking that I'm heartless because I only cried the day it happened, and the next day at the funeral. It's like after the funeral I just turned it off somehow and I've been playing the happy hostess since. But I'm exhausted. And so not happy.
Ugh. This is enough for tonight. I can't believe I'm posting something so un-planned, un-thought out, un-edited.
Take it or leave it people, it's all I got right now.