It probably doesnt come as a shock to anybody who reads this blog that I dont handle stress terribly well. Most of the time, between having gender issues, PTSD, and bunch of other letters that basically mean I'm broken, my plate is full, andthey are as much as I can handle.

But sadly, life refuses to be a land of soft fluffy stuff, and I'm forced to deal with real life stresses. For example, it seems very likely we are going to have to find a new place to live come July, and here in Edmonton finding a 2 bedroom place that will take a dog for under 1200 a month is almost impossible.

My mom is so stressed about this prospect she's trying to construct little scenarios where we can stay rather than face moving, so if we are going to make plans to move, "we" is going to have to be me. (Hmmm, I wonder if my tendency to try and make the real world go away is genetic?)

You add to that stresses having been hurt at work and spending the last week on modified duties, leaving me to wonder how long I can even do this job, my mother's work situation and the simple fact that at 75 she should be long retired, not being in my family's good books over stupid stuff, my daughter's struggles to deal with having a dad who's turning into a woman .....

I need a hug.