Today I went to the doctor because I’m still tired, and not really able to concentrate, and have no stamina, and have NO initiative to either start anything or finish whatever I feebly started.
She told me to eat right, exercise, get more sleep, and take time for myself. I wanted to cry right there in the office. I asked if there couldn’t be a drug for me – she said that drugs were a short-term solution, and that I needed to look at the long-term and take better care of myself physically, or I simply wasn’t going to get better. I told her what my day consists of, and how there isn’t time for me to do all those things. She said I would have to make time. Uh huh. She suggested I hire someone to do the stuff that takes up my time, because “since you don’t do anything except work, you must have all this money sitting around.” No really, she said that.
So J-man, instead of working with you in the evenings, and instead of cooking, or doing laundry, or whatever, I’m just going to take that time for myself. Instead of paying for (I don’t know) our mortgage, and car payment, and Tim’s student loans, and therapy bills, and utilities, and groceries, I’m just going to hire someone to be my personal servant.