Do feel like I might never get my life back though if you know what I mean. Like what's to stop them keeping this shit forever?
Me too. 2020 was meant to be the start of getting my old old life back. We've had more than our fair share of shit in this family- on paper we look alright but we've dealt with some serious stuff that would look far-fetched in Take A Break.
We've done counting our blessings, being grateful for small mercies, & making the most of going for a walk in the park in lieu of anything more adventurous. We've put our lives on hold and cancelled stuff last minute to deal with crisis after crisis.
It looked like this year was going to be different & we might get to do what normal people do. But no. It wouldn't be so bad if life felt easier at this stage in the covid game, but it doesn't.
Now I don't feel like there is any end to it again.
FIL is ill now, GP is talking about possible hospital admission. I think that would be a good thing clinically, & I'm trying to be encouraging, but his local hospital ain't great anyway and we all know it. Have a sense of, "here we go again," with knobs on.