Up to my eyeballs

I'm not quite sure what's going on but I feel like my family has had the short end of the shit stick this month!

My dad is having hallucinations that my mom is sleeping around with the whole town. He's thinking up wild stories and asking my brother to corroborate them. Is my dad starting dementia? Cuz, let me tell you... my mom is not sleeping with the whole town.

My mom hasn't been regulating her diabetes and has had several teeth removed because they are rotting out at the gums. She still continues to leave her diabetes unregulated and not seek care with a different doctor.

My 38 year old sister-in-law has been diagnosed with breast cancer. WTH?

And my best friend is suffering through agoraphobia. She's starting to have anxiety about going to places where she might panic... Anxiety about potential anxiety. Poor girl.

That leaves me sitting over here talking to people on the phone and trying to help them figure things out. My own anxiety is in overdrive but I really need to keep it under control for the benefit of myself, my husband, my job and my family. Worrying has no place in any of this and it really only makes things worse. I can type that, I can think I believe it but then I reach my hand out to take a bite of food and I notice my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Deep breaths...

Mild, but good

I want to blog but I am having trouble concentrating. Maybe I shouldn't have had a beer AND a mojito. But they were so good.

Now I must slit my writs

I finally made it to Jazzercise, twice. Ooh, and I got new sneakers! But more importantly today we did a routine to a Jonas Brothers song. I had not heard one before and I had not ever wanted to hear one. EVER. Please draw me a warm bath.

And it continues...

Wednesday was eat-too-much-at-a-party day. Thursday I went out for sushi and today I plowed through some McDonald's when I was far too hungry. Tonight? Yeah, we're going to a friend's house for dinner and drinks.

I still haven't been to Jazzercise. I'll go in the morning, for sure.