Today I left the house to pick up a new pair of glasses. I ordered them the morning of his first day in the hospital (Jan 11) & just picked them up today.
It was awful. Nothing seems real to me. Nothing matters. I'm just a zombie going thru the motions of a living person. He died one week ago today.
I'm trying a lot of different things to dull the pain: wine, valium, marijuana, nicotine, celexa, hell, I'm even taking oxybutynin. After all, it's a drug, right?
Where do I go from here? Even if I decide to end it all, I don't want to do it until I've liquidated our assets and made a donation to a charity in his memory.
Meanwhile, I just want to feel a little bit better. I don't want to suffer.