Dumping the old coffee grounds into the cup I'm making my fresh coffee in, counts as really, really dumb for this purpose.
After almost two weeks of not working, I can say that the thing that has improved the most is that I'm not so stressed about doing things like this. That's not because my work was in itself stressful, but because people were depending on me to get things right.
When it's my own coffee I'm dumping used coffee grounds into, the only person who has to deal with it is me. When I mess up leading a worship service, the whole congregation deals with my brain malfunction.
There are times, of course, when my limited ability to think clearly is going to affect my family. I needed my daughter to help me fill out a form a couple of weeks ago. There were numbers in it. After three attempts, where I kept putting the numbers in the wrong columns, I finally got that right, and realised I couldn't make a calculator work to add up said numbers. That's when I got my daughter to take over.
Numbers and calculations not working for me is going to be a problem, for me and the family. I've just looked at my bank account and found that the balance is a bigger number than my rent that comes out today. That's good. It's not a very much bigger number (as in, not big enough to cover next week's rent, or the bills that are waiting.) That's not good. Now, I know I have money coming in, and bills to pay, and things like that. And normally, I could work it all out. Right now, the closest thing to managing a budget I'm doing is praying that it will work out without me.
This bothers me a bit, in that I've always been very careful with money. I've always had to be very careful with money. I still do have to be careful with money - it's a scarce resource and it's just become scarcer. I was able to shed responsibility for my work. But shedding responsibility for providing a home and food for my family is a different matter.
If I had a husband, or if my sister were still here in Australia, I could ask them to take control of my finances for a while. As it is, the only family I have are my kids. And if my brain fog continues to worsen, maybe I have to ask whether at 18 and 21, they are ready for that responsibility?
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