There is so much to write about, yet there isn't. Day after day life is the same. Nothing changes. Well, sometimes things change but they really aren't happy changes. At least not in my life.
Since my last entry I have been sick with upper respiratory infections a couple more times. I feel like this is going to be my life now. On top of being diagnosed with Eosinophilic Esophagitis, vertigo my health is going downhill in a hay basket as they say. I don't even know what a hay basket is.
So, food prices have gone sky high so we decided to start going to the food bank. I was embarrassed at first, but I'm not now. Well, I didn't actually go, hubby went. He reported back one day that there was a man who went to the food bank to get food for his chickens and dog. Seriously? He also reported that people in BMW's were showing up getting food. Now in my day, food banks were for people who absolutely were poor and needed food. I have given to the food banks in my younger days thinking I was helping very poor people. Not so today. We have been eating food bank meals for a couple of months. It's okay. We are still having a hard time paying the bills. It's really tough. I don't have any clue how people who get less than us are doing it. I truly feel for them.
So it's almost Thanksgiving. We've been invited to two places and I haven't rsvped either one. Part of me wants to go, but my other half is saying stay home. I'm afraid being around people will make me sick again. And my anxiety of getting ready, getting there, socializing, then getting home and worrying about ibs attacks or other bodily function attacks it just makes it all worse thinking about it. I so want to be a part of the family, yet anxiety makes it so difficult. And nobody seems to understand at all, which makes it even worse because I have nobody that sympathizes with me....not like a mother would.
We hired tree people to cut some huge branches off the trees in the back yard. The yard looks open now...I like it. We still have to get another tree cut but it will have to wait unless it falls on the house before then...which won't be good.
Since winter is coming I can already feel depression setting in. Wish I was like a bear and just slept the winters away. I wonder what bears think when they wake up in the spring. Do they dream during their long winter slumbers? I read that bears thyroids slow down during winter which is the reason they go to sleep. If human doctors would take advise from the animals humans could probably be cured of so many things. How is it that animal medicine is top notch but human medicine isn't? I don't know.
I guess that's all for now.
Blessings,
Bev
