Less Than Settled
I'm feeling less than settled, which is not to say bummed, but I did get to go talk it over at therapy just before, so that's good. I'm essentially okay, however
my sinus issues have now become a really bad toothache, which I've had before, but that doesn't mean I like it any better. I just recognized what it was this time before I bothered the dentist about it. I still have the headache too, off and on.
the whole SCM thing is still bothering me.
I had my house cleaned today, which was terrific, until about an hour after they left, I found something broken. I'm sure it was an accident; I mean, I think they may have knocked it over on their way out and didn't even realize it, but it was something very special to me, a black and white Mickey Mouse figure that the Hubs got me once for Christmas, which means he actually went to a mall for me. It's making me sad. I don't think I'll get reimbursed for it, which is okay, but I really wish it could be fixed. I'll have to ask the Chum, when she's home from Maine, which should be any day now. She taught pottery for thirty years, so I guess she'll know what to do. But it was quite a shock when I glanced down on my way out the door and saw Mickey's decapitated head laying there.
The My Lobotomy book that I'm reading is also quite a lot to think about. Remember the other day when I posted the family picture and said that Aunt Sarah wasn't quite right, had medical issues? Well. Now I'm thinking I might know what they were, and the thoughts are not pleasant. I already know that she was treated for depression in an institution before I was born. That would be the late 1940s or early 1950s. And now the book is making me think .... again, well. I need to talk to my sister; the thing is that no one who knows the truth is still alive, except, sort of, Aunt Sarah's daughter, but she has Alzheimer's, so, no help there. Quite a strange family secret I feel that I have somehow stumbled across.
Okay, then, so let me just post and change a load of laundry and call that sister.
WATCHING THE FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #1877
READING: My Lobotomy by Howard Dully and Charles Fleming
My paternal grandma was institutionalized, starting when my father was seven. That's why he was raised in a children's home. She died in 1957, when he was 11. I am fairly certain she had electric shock treatment. Apparently she had always been "crazy." That was a sticking point between my grandfather and my grandmother's family -- he felt they had "deceived" him regarding the crazy.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother is buried in Watertown, NY, with her parents, and my grandfather is buried in Rochester. So that gives you an idea of their relationship.