Guess I'm the hostess, so I should be the post-ess.
Is anyone out there in the sandwich generation? Taking care of kids and aging parents? Being the newly divorced one it seems to have fallen on me to be the caretaker. Some days it is just about enough to break me. Talk about being pulled in two different directions. I tell my sister that I'm about at the end of my rope and she really has nothing to say, nothing to offer in the way of encouragement, nothing to offer in support. Today was a tough one. I checked my dad into the hospital for kidney dialysis. Not sure if it's the right thing for him. If he's going along with it because I told him it would help him feel better. Not sure if he will tolerate the schedule he'll be on. Not sure if I can handle the sessions three times each week. Not sure of just about anything.
Some days I wish I drank more and could just slip into oblivion. Wondering when it was I became somehow the dependable one who could handle this sort of thing. I thought I was the carefree princess type without a care in the world. What's up with that? How was it decided that I should be the one who knows all the meds, the last doc visits, the diagnoses, the history? I don't even know my own medical history as well. I can't keep my house clean, how do I know when the next doctor visit is?
Rambling I know. Sorry. Just had to get it out.
I'm not an expert, but I've been there. And I survived.
