Well, it's true. All this fretting and worrying about my future have left me emotionally exhausted and it's hard to be funny or at least entertaining with my heart in my throat and my pulse hammering in my back.
I've gone on interviews - one would have meant a commute of 80 miles per day - and answered phone calls. I've replied to email and I haven't had one offer for a job. People tell me it will be different after the holidays. I don't think so.
It's hard to sleep at night, despite my medicine regimen. Add to this a wonky shoulder that hurts like anything.
I've been spending my time hiding on Netflix.
It looks like the Cousin Kim option is the way I'm going. From Ma Maisonette Bijoux to someone else's Maisonette. From Jersey to Virginia. What on earth will I do with all those wide open spaces? I might actually come across a spot on the highway where I see no houses.
I have an appointment with Dr. A today. I feel like I can't go anywhere until then.
I'll keep on with this. Maybe something interesting and un-terrifying will happen to me, but I wouldn't hold your breath.
1 comment:
That is terrifying.
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