Part of my trouble with housework is that, even when I can mentally wrap my mind around what needs to be done, I physically get exhausted and in severe pain before it's ever done. Thanks to freakin' Fibromyalgia, the simple tasks like vaccuuming or mopping that should be easy, are not easy at all. They are actually really hard for me to do. So that is why I resorted to asking for help. First I got help from my case manager who came by Friday to visit me. I got started because, with her here, and her knowing the situation with the landlord, obviously I could not continue sitting and staring at the wall, so I forced myself to get started. Then later that day, my mom came over. But that wasn't exactly helpful. Per usual, she just spent the entire time screaming at me. Things like, "You are going to end up on the streets when they evict you and you are NOT coming to live with ME EVER!!!" No, really? I was just dying to live with a maniac who verbally abused me all my life. Please, can't I live with you? Heh.
She also said, the always helpful, "You are NOT right in the head and you need a new PSYCHIATRIST because YOUR DOCTOR OBVIOUSLY DOES NOT KNOW WHAT SHE IS DOING!!!"
This is coming from a person who, just a week ago, started screaming at total strangers in a movie theater for taking the seats she wanted, and telling a man, "YOU ARE AN IGNORANT PERSON!!!"
But later she did say to me, "I remember all the years when my house was such a mess we couldn't have people over, and when you were growing up and no one could come over." So she recalls that she has often been just as much a slob as I am. And nobody ever screamed at her about it.
Anyway, the point is my place is pretty well clean now. And yesterday, I forced myself to go to this rally where Gloria Steinem was speaking, because she has been a role model to me for much of my life. But I have to really force myself to do things, because I am so apathetic, I don't really care to do anything at all. I am still not sure if the apathy is from psychosis or depression. I just feel rather dead. I have a lot of work to do for school, too, and I have to force myself to get that done somehow. But the good part about school is that on my legal brief for my law class, which I thought was terrible, I got a "B", and my professor told me, if I hadn't totally forgotten to do two sections of it, I would have had a perfect score. So that was good, I guess.
The main problem right now is that I am stuck in a state of stasis, where it is like I need an injection of jet fuel to get me moving. I feel like I could just sit and think for days, without doing anything at all, and it wouldn't bother me. I am slowed down. I wish I knew what was causing this. Well, time to go force myself to do some more work. There is still more housework to do. "It's a hard knock life, for us..." (Annie was my favorite movie in the 80's).
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