TSTBEH and TheBassist have been very concerned about my state of well being now that I'm living alone. Others have also expressed concern so it seemed like a good idea to do an update.
I've been busy every day with errands since I've been here, so I'm getting out of the house. Today is the first day in over a week I don't have plans or errands to run so I decided that I'm going to couch all day watching Father Brown
, and we all know I have a thing for crime solving priests
I had a meeting with my business accountant on Saturday and he's suggesting it would be far easier for me to get a co-working space rather than trying to build out a home office (as you'll see in a moment, there is no space
for me to build out a home office). My talking therapist, Dr. P., is encouraging me to not do home workouts but head to the gym. Originally I was going to sign up for yoga at a local place that Bethums have scouted out for me, but I have to go to the Y so I can get walking AND swimming thrown into the mix.
Those two things are on my agenda this week.
Mentally, I've been okay. Thursday night I started crying because the enormity of the situation has finally taken its toll. The tears didn't last long but knowing I was here alone, without two people who care about me the most. I have friends here, close friends, but it's not the same.
The interesting thing is that I've not been getting myself in knots about any of the messes I've gotten myself into. And for that, I am grateful.
I saw my GP last week and she's upped my dosage of Lamictal, so instead of 25mg three times a day, I'm now taking 50mg in the morning and 25mg in the afternoon, and another 25mg in the evening along with 10mg of Abilify. The ability to feel rational and not overwhelmed emotionally has been fabulous. So far, this has been the best bipolar cocktail I've ever been on. If this is what "normal" feels like, I'll take it.
I've been on this particular cocktail since November and this is the longest I've felt stable. I had some of the cracks starting to show about three weeks ago which signified that the drugs were starting not to work, which is why I went off to see my GP. I have an appointment with a medicating therapist in February to for her to manage my scripts and see about possibly getting on ADHD drugs (again).
Creatively and productively, I've been feeling good. When I'm home, I've been working on my book(s) almost none stop. I think I've calculated I've spent 50-60 hours in designing the cover, editing, and more. Working on the print version has taught me a lot about book design and formatting; I have made numerous mistakes getting it just right but instead of getting super frustrated, I kept chugging along. Hence I know the drugs are working.
Last week I had an interview for an entry level IT position for a local corporate company here in GR. This was approved by everyone (TheBassist, TSTBEH, Dr. P.) because it would get me out of the house, interact with humans, and plus make some extra scratch. My budget right now is super tight but this would give me some breathing room.
With my name being dragged in mud due to the lawsuit
, in addition to changing my last name, I'm looking at changing careers. It's been over a decade since I held a pure IT job, so this look like a good entry point and the money isn't bad.
The first interviewer said this is the first time in his career he's interviewed a person with a double master's for the position. No one asked me with my education and background, WHY I applied until it was time to ask questions of the interviewers. Eight candidates are interviewing for three positions.
So the apartment. Here is a tour.
Front of the building.
The building was built in 1870 and was used as a hospital in the area and pre-dates other hospitals in Grand Rapids. There are five apartments, which are cobbled together from patient rooms. Though my apartment is #2, #10 and #9 are on my doors. The buzzer doesn't work and I will have to make arrangements for shipping items, but all and all, the front of the building is gorgeous.
Living room from the front door.
Living room from Kitchen door.
Living room after.
Living room from the kitchen door.
The apartment is only 600sqft but it's cozy enough for my needs. All the mouldings, floors, and appointments are original to the house. The transom windows are adorable but the landlord leaves the lights on in the hallway so light is always shining through the living and bed rooms.
The apartment faces north and west, so I don't get early morning sun. Even when it's sunny out, I have to keep the lights on at all times.
Mantel of MINIs. (11 in total.)
Most of the furniture and accoutrements are from Throbbing Manor, what TSTBEH didn't want or was going to sell to consignment, so it worked out. The couch, bed, and TV were bought specifically for the apartment. When I move out, TSTBEH is going to take some of the furniture (mainly the TV, bed, and possible one or two pieces of furniture) for Throbbing Cabin, which works out for both of us.
Interesting, neither of us miss Throbbing Manor. Nearly four years and we don't miss it one bit.
New kitchen - before.
New kitchen - after.
The kitchen is tiny, there is no getting around that bit. The oven temperature gauge doesn't work (yes, I know. Go buy a manual one) and the stove is a bit sketchy. Thankfully, I am a grazer which means my meals are simple and not overly complicated. If I need something more substantial, I have instant meals (soups, frozen, packet Indian, etc) at my disposal. I was planning on crockpotting meals and freezing them but I haven't bought a crockpot yet but that is on the list of things to do.
New bedroom - before.
The bedroom is basic and does its job. Teddy enjoys it very much.
View of downtown Grand Rapids from my bedroom window.
I've started getting into rituals, which after the last seven months, have been a godsend. I get up in the morning, use the bathroom. Contacts get put in; slippers found and slipped on. I turn the kettle on for tea and refill the humidifier so I don't strangle myself in my sleep from the dry air. Breakfast is procured and then I check email, Facebook, and Twitter.
I plan the rest of my day, which typically includes appointments and errands. I get dressed and do what I need to do; come home and depant. Then I do the household things and once those are done, work. Work on my writing, work on my books, work on myself.
It's a quiet life. No drama. After the last seven months, it's a welcome relief.
This Day in Lisa-Universe: 2014, 2011
Originally published at Exit, Pursued By A Bear
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