I've kind of been going through a non-writing phase. I'm wondering if the lithium has sort of sapped me of my creativity. I have no desire to work on my book (never got past the interview stage of it) and minimal ideas for blog posts. Nothing is writing itself, they way it used to do. Instead, I strain to find words for thoughts that aren't there. It's immensely frustrating.
I figure I can keep you abreast of my meanderings, anyway. This weekend, I'm going to Emmaus House, from Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon. It will be good to get out of here. Then, sometime next week, I'll move back to my apartment and bring Elsie. Dr. Sutton says that the Service Provider should have contacted us several weeks ago, so he's off to find out what the holdup is. In the meantime, I'll try to stay busy at my apartment.
Here's what I do in a week:
Monday- help at MOPS at the church, go to another church friend's for a piano lesson, then in the evening help Mom tutor a Korean woman in English
Tuesdays- horseback riding in the afternoon
Wednesdays- Bible study in the morning, the study for 3 1/2 hours in the afternoon
Thursdays- This week I babysat. I'm hoping I can do more of that in the future.
Fridays- Break day. Library, errands, doctor's appointments, etc.
Saturdays- Out and about with Mom during the day then church at 6.
Sundays- grocery shop, watch football, help Mom clean
So as you can see, I'm not at a shortage of things to do. Add to that lots of reading, some coloring, a good bit of puzzling, talking to Leigh on the phone and Chloe online, going to my dad's to see the kids, Christmas shopping, and I have a full week. I don't feel the need to do any more than I am currently doing.
I still haven't reached a final decision about the group home versus the apartment. By moving to the group home, I would give up so much of my freedom. I love every one of my activities, and I would hate to sit around or do unproductive things all day. I would have to give up riding, piano, babysitting, Bible studies, all of that fun stuff, and I'm not ready to do that. But at the same time, I might do much better when surrounded by other people. Granted, they may not be people who will provide intellectually stimulating conversation, as they will have moderate-to-severe mental retardation, but they will be people, and that is a good thing. I think the decision will come down to how many hours of assistance I get in the apartment, and that is yet to be determined. No sense worrying in the meantime, right?
Just to update, I did get cash assistance yesterday; praise God, because now I at least have some income! I am not yet ready to return to work at all, and I'm doing way too well not working to want to mess with that. It's too soon. Maybe with a job coach, maybe in the future. But not yet.