I found several holes in my favorite leggings today. Forget about real pants when my "coworkers" here just plaster them with fur. Work was good, but I'm having trouble finding the motivation and concentration for some tasks, so they just keep moving from one to-do list to the next. I had to go out to … Continue reading My favorite leggings
I thought it was Wednesday all morning. I have trouble with time under regular circumstances. This may become problematic, say, when I think it’s Sunday but it’s really Monday and I’ve missed a bunch of virtual meetings or phone calls. Funny thing today. Five people, including my manager and his manager, heard Opal purring while … Continue reading Day 6, or Tuesday, right?
Our pup Watson needed to have a procedure today, so my partner dropped him off at the vet this morning, and then went to the grocery store. We both went to the vet to pick him up this evening. He's okay, but groggy from the anesthesia and tired, too. He's wanting to be held all … Continue reading So I left the house today
So this is day three for me, and it was much like a normal Sunday, except I fixed myself a cocktail around 4pm because why not? I'm not going anywhere. I did laundry, finished a book, changed the sheets on the bed, baked banana bread and walked with the dog. It was cool today, but … Continue reading A strangely normal Sunday
I'm going to try to do a daily update here. I decided on Wednesday that after an appointment Thursday afternoon I'd be staying home for the foreseeable future. I'm not panicking, or overreacting if that was your first thought. I catch everything. I had H1N1. I have recurrent sinus problems. I have "seasonal asthma" even … Continue reading Social distancing when I’m already depressed and anxious
No, not does God exist, or is there a higher power in the universe. Nothing about what's for dinner. I mean this - is it all in my head? Is this - all of this - in my head? This illness that they thought was a sinus infection but hasn't gone away after two different … Continue reading The Age-Old Question
As I begin this post, It's been less than 24 hours since I published #whyIdidntreport. I've had a lot to think about. This evening as I did the dishes, it occurred to me that I missed one. 3. I was 18 and a cocktail waitress. My drink was spiked while I was working. I collapsed … Continue reading Part 2: #whyIdidntreport