Today was mostly a good day. I had a long list of things to do, a couple of appointments out of the house, the gym, grocery store, making dinner.
I overslept, woke up feeling kind of drugged, that sleep where you can’t tell if you didn’t sleep enough, or you slept too much, or even if you slept at all because you’ve just been out cold and don’t want to wake up now that you’ve opened your eyes.
I had my rides set up, my laptop on me, and got to spend most of the day hanging out in a few different coffee shops playing around online, looking at what part time online jobs are out there while also writing and people watching.
Therapy went well and the topics led right into my psych med appointment which also went well. Changes are being made to make it easier for me with school, hopefully.
But a few different times today I was caught off guard by thought chains, one thing leading to another, causing a series of emotions right along with them.
I’ve been wearing Parker’s winter coat as my own. It doesn’t make sense for it to waste away in a bin and it fits better than anything that’s been given to me. I still can’t afford a winter coat and it’s finally cold enough that a hoodie, even lined, isn’t cutting it anymore. Her old coat is thick and warm and I’ve been told it looks good on me, but it’s so different from anything I’d normally wear.
It’s definitely not pink.
Today while I was walking from my pdoc appointment to go kill more time in a coffee shop, I walked past a book store and I started thinking about all of the hours and hours Parker and I used to spend in libraries while we lived in the shelter. We had to leave at 8am and come back at 5 pm and spend the whole day figuring out how to occupy our time and not freeze. We had our backpacks with our laptops and we would spend time sitting in the various libraries around Baltimore playing games and watching movies.
I would spend hours researching how we were going to make it out of the situation we were in. What programs were available, what was the next thing I could call about or follow up on.
Or I would look into her or my medical conditions. What could I find that wasn’t being checked, what were they missing. What was going to make us better.
And that thought led me to how much better I’m doing now.
And how much better I’m handling what’s still there. I need to follow up with some new pain management options that I’ve been putting off.
How many hours did Parker and I spend walking the city with her in the same coat I’m wearing now. How many doctors appointments did she take it to?
By then I had gotten where I was going and my thoughts dissolved into other randomness. My memories were mostly happy, with a tinge of grief. We really did make the best of a horrible situation during those months, and we found ways to have a really good time while being fucking homeless.
Tonight I got caught up in another chain, one of the ones that hits me when I’m most overwhelmed.
I ran late getting home from the gym and planned to throw dinner on real quick.
Except I realized the kitchen wasn’t clean.
And it wasn’t clean because I overslept and I was going to clean it up in the morning.
And I couldn’t clean it last night because I was hurting so badly
And I was hurting so badly because I forgot my meds all day.
And now dinner was going to be even later because I fucked up so many things.
So I yelled out.
And I let the thought chain keep playing and running amok in the back of my head while I got to work finding my way out of the situation I was in.
Eventually dinner was cooking in the Instant Pot, and while it was cooking I was able to do the rest of the dishes, and by the time we ate I had a clean kitchen and mostly yummy sausage and peppers and my bad mood and overwhelm had subsided because I let myself feel all of my feels but kept moving forward.
I’m glad today was a good day, even with the rough moments and thought chains.
I’m glad I had a good day to write about.