We're back in Brooklyn and it's good to be back. I'm so weak and surprised how little I can do without getting out of breath having chest and rib pain.
We managed to go to the coop on Sunday for groceries in the afternoon, even with it being an over crowded Sunday. People whacking and pushing as they do with the 1000 excuse me's, I'm so protective of my body and fearful of getting hurt, sick. It was good to be there, regardless. I love the Park Slope food coop.
We bought a Christmas tree from the Vermont guy up the block on Union which we are slowly decorating.
Walking up and down the stairs to wash laundry is a big accomplishment. I'm trying to sort out pieces of my life. Being away for 4 months, things built up and there is disarray. It was a mess before we left so suddenly because of the sequestering to the back of the house with the mold. I feel over-whelmed, like I am never going to get my life sorted.
At least the Christmas tree is up and we can get started with the holiday spirit. I'm not robbing my kid of the holiday even with all that I am going through.
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