Out Flat

I thought the holidays were supposed to be the busy time of the year but am finding January very hard to navigate. Today was Stress Central - visited my parents in CT but first got stuck in a snowbank in their icy driveway. Half an hour later, after digging myself out and with the help of a lovely neighbor, I entered their house to find Dad's blood pressure bottoming out at 66 over 26. Crank-case that he is, he refused the paramedics and had me take him to his doctor - who also knows he's a crank and telling him to go to the hospital won't do any good as long as he's conscious. Luckily, his pressure improved and I was able to stay on schedule (how selfish does THAT sound?! Long story.) - back home to MA for another blood draw at the allergist's, salting my too-long driveway and all of a full 15 minutes left before I have to meet my son at the bus stop because the ice is so bad on our street.

I doubt I'll have time to exercise - altho the shoveling and swearing in my parents' driveway will probably be adequate for today. Tomorrow's another day and I hope I can pace myself to do a little of everything that has to be done. I feel very distant from myself as if I'm on autopilot and the thoughts and feelings are deeply buried and hard to locate - which is always a bad thing. I need to remind myself that it'll all get done - altho probably not in time or in order of necessity but I just need to keep chipping away.