Thanks, Plucky. You're just blunt and direct and that's a useful thing. I really am helped by all the different kinds of voices here...yours too.
I have taken a couple days off before launching into Deadline Part 2. My NMom had her 95th bday this wknd and we had two family friends from France...I literally turned in the last of my files while Georges was wandering around my study chatting about the Bloomsburys. Very sweet people, very well-to-do, and infatuated with my mother. I was so exhausted I feared heart attack honestly. We got thru the weekend with ample attention to NMom, who is such a vampire for it that I am terribly depleted after one of her events.
I was so wiped out I left work (the day job, not the freelance one) 2 hours early and came home, left her a note I was unavailable all evening, and collapsed. Truth is, I took 15 mg. of diazepam before my chest pain calmed and I could relax a bit.
I am very lonely and stressed and a completely burned-out caregiver. It's not her physical care when she needs it that harms me, it's the exhaustion of deflecting her demands for praise. She's insatiable for publicity, admiration, and because she's such a unusualy lively, "cute" and "charming" specimen of extreme age she gets loads of it. So people are constantly asking me, with awe and reverence, how IS your mother? Only one in a dozen thinks to say to me, even when I'm gray faced and haggard...and how are YOU?
Thank heaven for this board. And thanks for asking. I will start Deadline Part 2 tomorrow...I'll make it. I think the Nstuff I live with, plus the dread of holidays, pile up on me every year at this time. I just slog and stagger and feel weaker and more scared each year. I do believe regeneration is possible but the horrible thing is, one of my deepest yearnings is for this chapter with my mother to be over...and there you go: the evil thought of wishing her passing.
No wonder I can't sleep. But it helped to say good night to you. Thanks again, and sorry if I hijacked the thread with this subject. I'm slowly catching on to my first-forum protocol! (I'll worry about the guy in January, but keep all these good cautions in mind. Right now, it's Survive 2005.)
Hopapooped