I found out my ex co-worker and at one time, close friend, died. Just a couple weeks before her high school graduation.
My aunt who had relatively minor complications with her pregnancy went into labor. I had to watch everybody’s kids at once, and I’m emotional enough because of Danielle dying so I screamed at them a few times and they cried more. I feel like they shouldn’t have asked me to keep them all today while they went to the hospital, but there’s really nothing I can do.
I stepped on a bee in the process of watching the kids and was stung. I’m highly allergic and I took medicines to keep my from dying, but I almost fell to sleep three times because of the meds, while I’m watching the babies.
Nobody will call me and let me know how anything is going.
My friend in Missouri I’ve known online for 4+ years’ house was hit and was damaged by a tornado. She has no money and no way to get help so I sent all that I had, $2. I’m worried about her.
I quit therapy a week ago because my therapist basically told me she couldn’t help me anymore and my insurance runs out soon anyway. I wish I could go see her right now though.
Hang in there, what this shows (apart from the bee incident) is that you are a caring, generous and loving person. The world needs more people like you.
Rain sometimes makes a rainbow.
Your efforts to ease the sufferings of your friends & family will be rewarded.
Yea, I can see how that would put a damper on things. Well I can’t tell you much except that if you just wait out the storm, things will get probably better. In the mean time, go play your whistles.
Yes, definitely have. As a matter of fact, I find that life (after a certain age) is pretty much a collection of these weeks/days. But I don’t see that as necessarily depressing. The trick is to concentrate on the rays of sun in between the showers. The longer the showers, the brighter the rays of sun.
If you look at the events you described (aside form the bee sting), you realize they all happened to other people. Your friends. Your family. The best thing you can do to help them is to continue being the person you are, through thick and thin.
And don’t forget to REALLY enjoy the rays of sun, whenever they appear
I’ll give you one anecdote: one of my favorite performers, Warren Zevon, was diagnosed a few months back with terminal cancer. Since he was a regular on the Letterman show, Dave devoted a full show to him as the only guest. When he asked Zevon: “How do you deal with such knowledge of your own impending death?”, Zevon answered:“I try to enjoy every bite of every sandwich…”
Talk about terrible news.
I can’t help but wonder how you broke the low D.
Cranberry, you have my sympathies. I can’t imagine being left alone to babysit kids . . . plus having so much on your mind. I don’t even need noisy kids around to feel like screaming if I’ve had a day of being needled by everyone. I’m having one of those weeks . . . after about a month of problems at my job. It just keeps building and then I’ll get a panic attack where I either cry or start to worry obsessively. It’s an awful feeling . . .I just wonder if people know how much they hurt others with their cutting words.
Keeping a journal helps, but I’m not as consistant about writing as I used to be. It helps to get the obsessive thoughts out of my head and onto paper. And sometimes when I write and reread my thoughts, I can see what the real problem is.
I can’t imagine being left alone to babysit kids . . . plus having so much on your mind. I don’t even need noisy kids around to feel like screaming if I’ve had a day of being needled by everyone. I’m having one of those weeks . . . after about a month of problems at my job. It just keeps building and then I’ll get a panic attack where I either cry or start to worry obsessively. It’s an awful feeling . . .I just wonder if people know how much they hurt others with their cutting words.
Keeping a journal helps, but I’m not as consistant about writing as I used to be. It helps to get the obsessive thoughts out of my head and onto paper. And sometimes when I write and reread my thoughts, I can see what the real problem is.
I watch my 4 year old brother every day, and it’s no problem. It only starts to make me go insane when I have 5,000 (at least it feels like it) 4-6 year olds running everywhere screaming ‘I WANT TO GO OUT AND PLAY NOW!’ and a 2 year old crying wanting her mommy along with everything else on my mind, I just felt like I was going to implode. You can’t explain to them that you need to stay inside in case somebody calls, then nobody calls. When I was able to type the original post, my 13 year old cousin had come over for a few minutes and I took a break.
Damn it Cranberry I had a poem to give you.
You should have a poem
a kiss in the night
a gentle touch
a whispered word
the soft breeze of love
and the lifting of cares
some shareing of strength
through space and time to ease your troubled mind
but its lost or hideing
or not written yet
or only thought to be
so this will have to do
I send you tomorrow
with my love tonight
Cran, I think we all have times like this. Bad things have a habit of happening all at once. But, oddly enough, so do good things. None of these things seem to have been your fault. All you can do is ride them out—things really will get better however unlikely that might seem right now.
About 20 years ago I was working frantically to meet an absolute deadline for finishing my PhD. In the space of a couple of days, I learnt of the deaths (unrelated) of two close friends, both tragically young. I narrowly escaped death myself when the ceiling of my bedroom collapsed unexpectedly. So, when I should have been working and grieving, I was looking for friends to put me up and trying to find bits of thesis in the rubble that once was my room. I met the deadline, came to terms slowly with my losses and now, 20 years later, I’m as happy in my life as I have ever been.
A well-known parable told by Buddha goes like this: A man, crossing a field, encounters a tiger. The man flees, the tiger pursues. Coming to a cliff top, the man grabs the root of a vine and swings himself down below the tiger’s reach. The tiger waits. Looking down the precipice upon which he precariously swings, the man sees another tiger looking expectantly upwards at him. As if this were not sufficient cause for peril, two mice begin to chew the root from which he hangs. As he digests his unenviable condition, the man sees a ripe strawberry within his reach. Releasing the vine with one hand, he gently picks the strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted!
Mother of pearle Veg! That was incredible. Thanks
Cranberry I hope I`m not having the day I promised you. Because it is truely grand. Molly and Hank and I are now headed up into the mountains to enjoy every minute of it. I hope your day is as blessed.
What`s it say? If I may ask.