Hate Interruptions

Hello Everyone:

For the most part, it was a good day.  I had to go to the grocery store and this time, I only waited 20 minutes in line to get in.  Not bad.  Even better was one of the employees came out and started handing bottles of water to everyone.  Pretty cool.  Also pretty cool was using the right combination of e-coupons and rewards to reduce a $44 pharmacy receipt down to $14.  Mostly a good day until I sat down to write, then the interruptions started.  As usual it was mum annoying me about meals and everything else.  Mum's latest thing is to have the carers act as her go-between when she wants something from me. She really doesn't get the fact that when my door is closed, I don't want to be disturbed, especially about meals.  That's all she cares about, food.  Food is just something I put into my mouth as a source of energy, it's not the defining thing of my existence.  I certainly don't plan my whole days around eating, I have better things to do.  Anyway I hate to sit down with mum to eat, it's pure torture.  I feel like I have to eat quickly because mum'll ask me to bring her something or she'll nag about something.  The conversations are agony because I think mum's cognitive functions are all messed up from the veritable pharmacy she has to take every day.  Also, my ongoing source of irritation is the shelter-in-place order.  A month of being stuck at home, other than running and shopping for essentials, is really getting to me.  Now it looks like it'll be another month.  This is too much already.  The whole self isolation thing seems to be working but I need more human contact than mum and the carers.  Anyway, the BIL is making some progress in his recovery.  He'll be transferred to a rehab clinic soon and hopefully back home before long.  I just tell myself, every day is one step closer.