Some people are trying to hide the face they have it
The government’s desperately trying to hide how many people are going to get it.
Some people are trying to spread it on purpose.
It’s really scary.
So I’ve got this box of stuff from my parents home and I’ve been putting off dealing with it for years. Today I decided that I’d try nibbling at it instead of doing the whole thing at once. The first thing that I picked off the pile was this:
I thought I’d be able to look at it and throw it away. I might be able to if I didn’t do the same damn thing. That and it’s like having Grandma in a notebook. Pragmatic and simple. I think I’ll keep it for a while.
I’m really, really hoping that if I act normal for long enough, things will get normal. Also pretty sure that’s how normal works.
Today was our Costco day. So we tried to go to Costco. Tried. My husband had trouble believing it, so we cruised past the local Trader Joe’s and regular market. But we actually need toilet paper. It seems like since entertainment venues are taking the corona virus seriously, the rest of the public has finally decided they need to pay attention. Orange County often thinks it’s immune from the troubles of the rest of the world, but money won’t help with this one.
Since I started exercising regularly I seldom have the sleepless nights that I used to, but I’m up now. That fact is driving Casper cat crazy. First he wouldn’t leave me alone. “You’re up now? Great! What are we going to do?” Then he got the zoomies and ran up and down the stairs, making as much noise as possible.
Truth be told, my anxiety level is pretty high about now and he’s a wonderful distraction.
Hi Mom. Went to the doctor (nephrologist) today. I know how you used to like to know how those went. Pretty good, since I haven’t seen her since July. I like her. She listens to me. I feel like we’re partners in my health care. She puts in as much effort as I do. She won’t do more than I do, but if I care enough to do something, she’ll make sure I get full benefit from it.
I asked her about my rheumatologist. I got a letter telling me so sorry, the doctor has passed away, please find a new doctor. That wouldn’t be such a big deal if I hadn’t been seeing him for so damn long. I’ve been wondering since I got that letter. I miss him more than just about anyone that I’m neither related or have been married to. But my nephrologist said that one of the office people came in and found him dead on the office floor and that was as much as anyone knows; they didn’t do an autopsy. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel better to know. Now I don’t have to imagine.
I was talking to the doctor about the last year and you came up, and the fact that I’m not working anymore. I found out that she has cut down to one day a week since her mother died not long ago. I was surprised that someone had the same reaction to losing their mom that I did. Life is short, spend at least some of doing what you want to do.
A co-worker and I have agreed to give up sugar for thirty days. My co-worker is going whole hog and trying to cut out ALL sugar. No fruit, nothing. I’m just trying to cut out candy, ice cream and processed food high in sugar.
I’ve been having some odd what I think are side effects. My mood fell down a well. Everything seemed like a tragedy. Now I have moods like everyone else, sometimes up, sometimes down, but I don’t usually have wide swings. Sleep was disrupted, too. As of today, that seems to have subsided. My mood is back to normal, been sleeping OK. On the plus side, my appetite seems to have decreased and while sweets are tempting, they are resistible. It really helps my will power that I’ve said that I won’t.
This is how I managed to start bringing my lunch. I said I wasn’t going to have fast food for thirty days, so I had to. Now I bring a simple, easily packed lunch almost every day. And I almost always eat it.
I had this great doctor. He helped me get through a very rough and frightening time. And he died. Suddenly. Like I saw him a couple of weeks ago and have a prescription in my purse suddenly. When I got the letter from his office I thought maybe I had an overdue bill or something.
All those things that people write for condolences, saddened, shocked, I really feel that. He’d been someone I knew I could go to with my health issues. He’d made me feel like we were partners in my health care. He was kind, conscientious and a little bit weird. Just my kind of person.
This is the first time I’ve felt this way about someone I wasn’t related to. I’ll find another doctor, but I won’t find another him.
Got out of my car this morning and said “Damn! Now I have to go up the stairs when I go home.” In an effort to get more exercise into my life I’ve been making silly rules. I park in a parking structure at work, and usually end up on the fourth level. Rule number one – Take the stairs down. Rule number two – if I park on the second or third level, I have to take the stairs up at the end of the day. Rule number three – All Etsy shipments must be hand-carried to the post office. Rule number four – All house and garden work is aerobic if you do it fast enough – speed it up. Besides, you get more done in less time that way. I’m not sure that it’s the rules or just the feeling of running out of time that’s making the difference, but I do feel like I’m making a little more progress these day. Except for those days when I break all my rules.
I get migraines. Sort of. Mostly I just get the visual interference or aura. Every once in a while I get the headache to go with it. When I start getting the visual thing I just sigh, ’cause it’s annoying, and thank the fates that the headache doesn’t usually come along with it.
I have a friend who gets migraines. I was describing the Norwegian Curling Uniform to her, it’s an almost perfect representation of what I see when I get the visual thing and she almost barfed. Made me thankful all over again that my headaches are rare.
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