Panic

I made it through Easter with a smile and grace on the outside.  On the inside, I can barely breathe.  While I’ve said this to no one, I honestly don’t know how much more I can handle.   I feel like I dug a huge pit in the sand and voluntarily jumped in.  I then set up house and literally waited until it started collapsing around me.  Here I am, slowly being buried, and each time I think I’ve gotten far enough out that I might free myself, a new shower of sand pulls me down.  I’m exhausted.

There are specifics, although I’m not sure they  matter, because the overall picture feels too bleak to overcome.   The newest issues include:

  • at least 100 wasp/yellow jacket bee nests in my front yard.  Kid you not.  Email me and I’ll send you a pic.
  • A house that smells like raw sewage every time I do the wash.  &, a washer that only works on the programmable rinse cycle.  How does that happen?
  • A house no one wants to buy, even without knowing about the yard infestation and sewage issues.
  • The growing realization that even when I do sell this house there is absolutely no way I can afford a townhouse in my school district, so I’ll most likely have to buy a single, where I get to deal with this bullshit all over again.
  • An ex who still doesn’t give a shit, because he’s happily ensconced with his new GF in her 4 bedroom, 2.5 colonial, going away on weekends and partying it up.  (The good news  is that my youngest did tell me the other day “dad thinks he’s the victim?  Clearly, he’s not the victim”.  Go me – everyone now knows I’m the victim)
  • I have a really strong suspicion my cancer is back. In addition to the 10 pounds I just gained in my belly, I have an odd growth that is not infectious and might be a Sister Mary Joseph nodule.  If you don’t know – this is bad.  Worse yet, my dog is stalking me.  She runs up and down the stairs, following me, just like she did before my 1st diagnosis.   I see my oncologist on Tuesday but if you have dealt with health issues you know – the 1st step means nothing.  Well, not nothing, just lots of waiting.

And here is how crazy I am – I’m hoping the cancer is back, because then someone else (i.e. ex??) will have to sell this damed house!

Am I just a baby?  I am so tired of feeling helpless, and out of control, and at the mercies of ……. mercies of what?

This is what I don’t understand:  why are there days, weeks even, during which no matter what happens I feel positive, like all will work out, like regardless of what happens I’ll handle it and it will be for the best.  Then suddenly, I can’t breathe.  Suddenly I want to stay in bed for a week.  Suddenly the only thing that gets me out of bed is my children on Easter, or my job, or my dog who needs a walk.

This feeling is like  switch.  Last week I went from flirting with my realtor (young guy, cute, fun to mess with) to telling him “yeah, open house is over, time to go”.   This is no exaggeration.  On Thursday we were talking about what areas I would like to buy,  and he told me he was going to present me as a “hot buyer” which I, a creepy old lady, turned into a “thing”.  I said “Awww….you think I”m hot?” and we had a back and forth joking thing.  Three days later, after an open house, he’s telling me he looked through my old yearbooks and I looked great, and all I could think was “get the fuck out of my house.  I’m too tired for this”.

Then the icing on the cake:  My parents are flying a bunch of us to Naples FL for my parents 60th anniversary.  They’ve made a big deal talking about how we’ll be staying at the Ritz.  I, delusionally, assumed I’ll be rooming with my youngest son.  Tonight I found out this is not the case.  I’m rooming with my crazy, fucking Aunt.  You know the one?  The one it doesn’t matter what you say, her response will be “don’t you believe in GOD?  We need to talk about God!  You aren’t pro-life are you”, etc., etc.

I put myself through graduate school, working a full time and part time job, for this?

Does this mean I’m manic depressive?  I certainly feel like it.

What is the difference between manic depressive and fucking exhausted?  Is there a difference between full blown mental illness and despair? Fear?  Despondance?

I suppose I should know these answers, but I don’t.  And, when I get to feeling this way, I can’t help believing that everything my ex told me was true.  I’m an over-reactive, too sensitive, crazy bitch.

 

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7 thoughts on “Panic

  1. Murphy, honey, give yourself a break! Literally and figuratively. After everything you have been through, who wouldn’t be a little manic? I mean really! Sit down and have a cup of hot tea with honey 🙂 (Kar Marie got me doing this and it really helps! Like a little mini vacation! And soooo soothing.) Grab a friend and go relax and get a pedicure…whatever it is you like to do that gives you joy and takes your mind off all this that will pass eventually crap. This stuff to will pass honey. I promise. I was in it for 4 years…it nearly killed me… 😦 Don’t do it like I did…quit stressing. Stress is a killer.

    I went through the same thing…200 year old brick federal…10 ginormous rooms…all restored / renovated except 2…and one of them was the kitchen…yep. Then, outta nowhere, water leaks all over the place…kitchen tile comin up (aaaaa!), breakers on one kitchen wall poppin, even WITHOUT a load on em! (again, AAAAAAA!)…one of 4 sump pumps in the basement came apart and I couldn’t fix it… 😦 (I stood in knee deep water in frigid January in Ohio temperatures, gluing the pvc back together, only to have it fall apart again as soon as I lowered it into the sump well :(…stood there doing that for over 1/2 an hour…finally, shaking so hard my teeth rattled, blue fingers, frozen to the bone…I called satan…of course he did not answer…asshole…finally I texted him to help me save our investment… Murphy, I left the basement open so he could get in…after about 20 minutes I thought…what the hell have I done?! Scared as I was of him…I went to the basement…guess what I saw? Yep…found out where the leaks were comin from. 😦 Bastard.

    The next day I hired my techi friend to come check it all out…guess what…more water leaks started right after satan left…yep…right where he was with his head in the crawl space when I went down there…plus…the breakers? Yep…insulating coating on the bright yellow electric line had been ‘shaved’…yep…huh…bastard. Couldn’t prove a thing but…when my tech found it there was evidence that it had been on fire…how the house didn’t burn down I’ll never know. Good thing I had unplugged everything in the kitchen huh… 😦

    I did finally sell the house 😉 And I moved 37 minutes away from satan. 🙂 You will get through this.

    I looked up what to do about those wasps. Please, whichever way you choose to deal with them…get someone to help you.

    https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=how+to+deal+with+paper+wasps

    You got this honey. You are gonna make it.

    (((((((MURPHY CEE)))))))

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