Embarrassed

You know that phrase, "embarrassed to death"? I might somebody be that/do that (whatever). I did manage to ask my neighbor across the hall for help and he seemed very eager to do it, because he's, like, the sweetest guy on the planet, but I just couldn't bring myself to ask for more than one favor. So, yes, the food garbage needs to be taken down and yes, I need milk (and he said he was going to the store, did I need anything?) and yes, I need to get my mail--but that I could do myself. But I will probably do that tomorrow. When I go out myself and get the milk and other groceries and get it delivered.

But it's like my mother and stepfather, who put off getting medical attention when they're (in my stepfather's case, for sure) literally dying. So I realize now that I can't really complain about them, because I find it hard to ask for help, too. Although I do get myself to the doctor when there's clearly something wrong, at least. The dentist, maybe not so much yet, but other things keep taking precedence, even though I know dental health can affect so much else.

Anyway, there you have it. I'm a flawed human being, just like everyone else.