On Sunday, I moved into my new house…..  It has been one learning experience after another….  The first night the only furniture I had was a wooden kitchen chair from my parents' house, a ladder, and my bed.  To add to it…  I started my on-call week on that Friday… so, it has been a long week…   Every since I tried to moved into this house it has been one problem after another, and I don't know….  It is just starting to get to me…    

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Another thing that is starting to get to me is how badly I am out of shape I am… It has been bad enough letting my family knows, how little I can do, and I'm afraid to let my friends help, because it means admitting that I can't do as much as I think I can….

I know all they want to do is help…. but I guess my pride, is holding me back from being able to ask for the help….

So… what do I do….  I am just so frustrated right now…  Only time will tell whether moving out was the right decision or not…. I know it will all work out in the end… So… If you have offered to help, and I have not accepted your help…. maybe you know why now…   I am just ashamed at how little I am able to do……..