I've had a couple of difficult days. The stress of moving to a new place can manifest itself in subtle ways, including emotional reactivity.
The weekend was good, although Saturday was extremely challenging in terms of organization, motor coordination and energy. I walked miles to the nearest grocery store, then when I got back received the okay to go overnight at my sister's so I could do my scheduled reading the the church the next day. I was exhausted, had to prepare to go out again and it wreaked havoc with my manual dexterity, motor coordination, organization and energy, especially having to go out to St. Catharine's by public transit (train and bus) and have my sister's partner pick me up there.
The bus system here in Oakville is not much better than St. Catharine's and I feel stranded in the middle of nowhere because I can't drive. Not only that, the mandatory requirement to connect a vent to the outside for air circulation is backfiring, because I smell wood burning smoke/scented logs (I'm assuming that's what they are) throughout the building, from the outside but I'm sure also inside from the "gas" fireplace which has its own toxic gasses. It's particularly bad from one of the large air vents on the fourth floor, which is where I am, as well as the ground floor.
It is a home for seniors, and they have a common room with social activities, and the fireplace is often lit, particularly during coffee hour. If I get close enough to it, just like at my sister's place, I feel it affecting me - mouth and nose gets dry and irritated and I sometimes get a tingling on my tongue.
The place is a seniors residence, so I went down for coffee hour to break the isolation, but the layout is not conducive to a good experience for hearing impaired. High ceiling, long line of arm chairs on either side, carpeting and many side conversations. Despite my hearing aids I couldn't process any speech, it was sheer pandamonium. For some reason I just broke down and started crying and left. It's one more barrier to social participation, one more problem to add to the mix.
That on top of participating in the exercise class and, as validating as it was, still disturbing because the facilitator recognized my balance problems. He offered short one-on-one sessions to address it, so I asked if someone at his agency could fill out part of the form involved in applying for Carevan (door to door transportation for disabled). I wasn't going to apply for it at first because I assumed it was for mobility impairment only, but I realized I had considerable trouble with balance on the bus, hearing the stops, understanding directions from the bus driver and spatially orienting myself when I got off (related to the visual perceptual/spatial/motor learning disability). In these respects, I was as eligible for transportation accommodations as any mobility impaired customer. Being now officially a senior citizen just adds to the adjustment required for all the changes that are happening. I'm feeling very sorry for myself today, and sheepish for being so reactive. However, I made bread and did a half hour of yoga in the exercise room, which you have to book in advance because only one person can be in there at a time.