The busy hasn't stopped and I don't see it even lightening up much in the near future. I did take the day off Friday to try to regrow my brain a little. I'm amazed at how much I got accomplished over three days (Monday was a holiday here in the US). So much that by the end of the day Thursday I'd had enough.
I realized after talking to my parents yesterday that that particular feeling, the one of "I've had enough", has been a pretty common one for me this year. OK, technically I already knew that from therapy, but Dad asked how many vacation days I have left and I couldn't remember so I looked it up today. And after taking Friday off I have three. Three days left. I took a week off in April. I get 20 days a year so that means I've frittered away a day here and a day there, mostly for migraines or just not being able to face this shit, until I only have three left.
Yeah. It sucks. The positive is that going to therapy is helping and I really am getting better at dealing with things without doing the avoidance thing. The negative is I only have three fucking days left.
So no vacations for me until after the first of the year. Luckily I only have to wait until February when I get to take a week off to snorkel, swim, and generally let others pamper me for a week. Not that far away when you think about it.
So yes, I'm alive, I'm nearly out of vacation days, therapy is going fairly well, I'm OK most of the time and better overall.
I will try for short updates more often but I won't promise anything.