Hi Grumbles,
Thank you for your sweet note! Hey, we could start a club eh? LOL
Well, as for work vs staying at home... what I want and what's going to happen seem to be 2 different things. If I was looking after a little one, I'd for certain be staying at home. But with just us, it probably isn't the best choice. If we are going to be doing any treatments like IVF or proceeding with our adoption plan we'll need all the money we can get. And I think it's unfair to expect my husband to have all the pressure of earning with this looming above our heads.
Yesterday I finally took charge and called EI about the letter of stopping benefits. I had to go and meet with a lady there and explain. You know, it's sort of humiliating enough to have to take benefits as it is, but then to trot down there and (god love her!) meet with a girl who is like, 22, and has bubblegum pink fingernails and who twirls her hair while she "explains" things to you in an extra calm voice is a very extra-special experience, I can tell you. Not that I am 400 years old or anything, but I am 34 and she's working and I'm... not. Anyhoo.
Like a dope I ended up having a little weep in her office, and after apologizing for not being on top of returning their phone calls etc and explaining stuff a bit, she seems to think I should be switched onto "sickness benefits" instead of EI. She wants me to meet with my dr to see if my dr says I would be better off just taking time off completely (like, what does she think I am doing at home now?) and "getting better". I am not really happy about this. It's bad enough having EI in your business, but to now have them know your medical situation can probably only be worse. I don't want to feel like a student reporting with doctor notes and "plans of action" etc etc to Services Canada about my private medical stuff. And I sure as hell don't want the labels of "mental illness" on any files about me!
So I came home, stared at the ceiling again for about an hour, cried into my poor cat's fur (and then he looked annoyed and had to re-groom himself again, LOL) then I said ENOUGH ALREADY and I felt so angry at all of this- the stupidity and unfairness of all this crap- I am sick and tired of feeling crummy and walking on eggshells with myself while the rest of the world just carries on in their happy, normal lives. I began doing laundry like a crazy woman, and ripped apart the linen closet, and boxed up winter clothes, and folded a million things, then I made supper and baked dessert so we could have something decent to eat, and I just went at it!
When my husband came home I told him where I went that afternoon and pretty much everything I've just said, and I think he was kind of surprised. I truly keep all this depression crap to myself. I don't even want him to know how bad I can feel sometimes. I mean, there is nothing he can do to magically change it, and all it will do is worry him- will he come home one day with my head in the oven and a note a la Sylvia Plath? He doesn't need that on top of worrying about work and keeping us afloat financially right now. He also feels so, so bad about his fertility issue- I don't need to add to him feeling it's "his fault" by making comments about a baby and what not. We're both sad about that already- parroting it over and over out loud won't change things either.
So that's where I am today, and where we are. I'm going to keep going on my cleaning spree. At least after all of this I may have closets so tidy, it will look like perhaps I have an OCD too, on top of everything! LOLOLOL.