Aw, poop. (Pun intended.)

[robling_t]

Y'know, I actually think it might be worse, to know that the reason you're having the meltdown is only tangentially related to what's overtly going on; it's still going to interfere with the ability to resolve the precipitating situation(s), and then you end up feeling even more fragile and useless for not being able to suck it up and solve things like anybody else seems to be able to. Case in point, the directions for replacing the worn-out bit in the toilet, which I have finally had the chance to sit down with; I can see that this is a fairly simple operation, that in other circumstances would be about a ten-minute job to resolve this lingering annoyance -- but right now I am simply not at a place where I can process what I'm supposed to be doing here, and have had to admit defeat and set it aside until further notice. Mum has already vetoed the idea of calling in help, because with gas above $4 it's not even reasonable to ask the most mechanically-inclined Relations to come down from WI to give us a hand, so we're just going to be kind of stuck with the status quo until I can get a grip, it would appear... Botheration.