I've been at Mom's for the last week or so, helping do while she recovers. She's doing quite well; she still tires easily and she still has limited use of her left arm, but she seems to get better every day, which is good to see (and probably a reflection on her general good health).
However, apparently the stress of taking care of my parents' household whilst still being at least partly responsible for the running of my own has gotten to me, as I've got a migraine that has so far lasted for over 40 hours, making it the longest non-drug-induced migraine of my life. (I had some longer ones when I was taking Wellbutrin, but once I stopped the med, the headaches stopped.)
Also, Vocational Rehabilitation called me yesterday. Their psychological evaluator has decided, without ever meeting me, that I am not yet stable enough to return to work, which means that VR won't help me yet. This sucks moldy hoagie rolls. I was fairly well aware that I'm not ready to attempt to work again, but I had hoped at least to attempt to attend school with the intent of training myself for paying work that I can do within the confines of my condition. The program I want to attend is a two-year course of study. I might call them back Monday (assuming the Migraine from Hell has ended) and fuss about that.
Anyway, still alive, still more-or-less functional, and still crazy as hell. :)
However, apparently the stress of taking care of my parents' household whilst still being at least partly responsible for the running of my own has gotten to me, as I've got a migraine that has so far lasted for over 40 hours, making it the longest non-drug-induced migraine of my life. (I had some longer ones when I was taking Wellbutrin, but once I stopped the med, the headaches stopped.)
Also, Vocational Rehabilitation called me yesterday. Their psychological evaluator has decided, without ever meeting me, that I am not yet stable enough to return to work, which means that VR won't help me yet. This sucks moldy hoagie rolls. I was fairly well aware that I'm not ready to attempt to work again, but I had hoped at least to attempt to attend school with the intent of training myself for paying work that I can do within the confines of my condition. The program I want to attend is a two-year course of study. I might call them back Monday (assuming the Migraine from Hell has ended) and fuss about that.
Anyway, still alive, still more-or-less functional, and still crazy as hell. :)