I agree. I’d probably react the same way.
Struggling with the impact of post viral covid symptoms. The worst is the extreme fatigue and anhedonia. Plus a generous helping on brain fog.
I forgot one of my worker’s last names last week.
Today I was so fatigued at the doctor’s office that I could only manage to pull half of my coat off for my flu shot lol. Then he asked me to get up on the table for an exam and reminded me that I should probably take the rest of my coat off for this part. Thankfully it was just a humorous moment.
There’s more but I am too tired to type. Brain fog on full display.
There’s no treatment and no timeline for recovery. Nothing to do but soldier on.
Life sucks a bit at the moment. Anhedonia is brutal.
I scared myself earlier. I was replacing my new car insurance card and registration in my wallet. I realized my voter registration card was not in there. I panicked and started frantically looking through my purse and then my desk, even though I knew it would only be in my wallet. I was just starting to research how and if I could get another one at this point when I remembered that several months ago I bought a fire-proof pouch to keep my important papers in and I had put it in there. I hate when I move things from where they have always lived and then forget. I found out that I actually don’t have to have it with me when I vote but I’ve always presented that and my ID. Anyway, for this election, I’m not taking any chances.
Here’s hoping it begins to fade soon!
Thank you.
I’m still working so at least I have some consistent stimulation.
Listening to music, eating better.
It’ll come around.
Trusted a fart. Now I’m sitting here at work in cold damp underpants and hoping nobody comes near me the rest of the day.
More underwear rants. The Jockey briefs I ordered from Walmart arrived today. Promised by Sunday (Oct 20) so four days early, and that’s great. The correct size, and they look exactly like the beloved ones I got years ago from The Bay. So why the rant?
The packages have stickers on them saying the price is $24.00 (MSRP). So why was I charged $72 for two of them (with “free shipping”) which should have totalled $48? The clue is in the tracking information, which indicates passing through customs from the USA. No, there was apparently no customs duty charged, it’s just that the sticker is quoting a US dollar cost. $48 USD currently equals CAD $66.05. Applying the Ontario HST, that should total $74.64.
I actually got off easy, relatively speaking. Apparently the foreign purchase was free from sales tax, but Walmart just chose to round up the exchange rate quite a bit in their favour.
And if I want to continue to get Jockey briefs, which apparently can only be sourced from the greatness that is the US of A, then I will have to continue to pay this premium. OTOH, I do have free health care and the neighbourhood is free of guns.
That’s my understanding as well.
When we sold our condo in Florida last year, the buyers were willing to take all the contents - to use, sell, donate, or whatever. Win-win situation - we didn’t have to try to find someone to haul it away, or try to sell it, etc… but boy howdy do I wish I’d swiped the Logitech remote we’d bought for the in-laws to use there.
Pitting the body some more. The norovirus made its way through everyone but my husband. Bit of a shock that he never got it, as we share a bathroom and, well, I’m absolutely certain there were viral particles everywhere. He did catch a bit of the cold.
My son caught the noro - I was wide awake most of Friday night, so I could hear him hurling. As far as I know, HE made it to the toilet in time.
My cold: I went to urgent care and got a short course of prednisone. 24 hours after that was done, my lungs started misbehaving, to the point where my peak flows were unpleasantly low last night. I went back to urgent care today, thinking I likely needed another course of prednisone (higher dose and/or longer taper). Got sent for a chest x-ray, which seemed reasonable, but came back clear.
And they phoned in a prescription for… antibiotics.
I’m not convinced those are appropriate yet (and I was NOT asking for abx). I wish like hell there were better guidelines for when they are reasonable. I mean, as an asthmatic, a secondary infection is not impossible, I just think this may not be needed… yet. THIS time, I’m going to actually hold off 24 hours before starting on the stuff. It would be nice to be able to sleep for the first time in 10 days though…
Next up: navigating the FMLA (Family and Medical Leave Act) morass. Between all the sick time I’ve taken, and loads of fun stuff upcoming, I need that protection to be in place.
Just sayin’…
Seriously rethinking keeping Walmart+. I’m getting tired of the delivery screwups and thinking it would be somewhat simpler (except for problems like the psycho stupidity of local drivers) to do my own shopping. That is, on days I feel up to doing so.
My Prius appears to be bricked. Dash panel shows big yellow triangle, information panel tells me to investigate the hybrid system, and the “Ready to drive” indicator fails to come on.
You can brick a whole entire CAR?!?
Well, functionally, at least, it’s no longer a car at the moment; more like a storage shed on wheels.
I’m having it towed in the morning to a shop where I’m hoping that they can resurrect it. I don’t usually name my vehicles, but if they succeed, I might start calling it Gandalf the Witeimean charcoal grey.
That happened to a friend of mine who drives a '14 Prius last Monday. The shop charged him $145 an hour just to diagnose the problem. They said it was something wrong with the battery cooling fan, took three days to fix it, and charged him around $900.
He picked it up Thursday and drove less than 20 miles before the lights came back on. He took it back to the dealer, who charged him another $145/hr and kept it until Saturday. Eight hundred dollars and eight miles later the lights came on again. To say he is unhappy is a gross understatement.
Hoping that you get a full and functional resurrection.
Car issues create so much anxiety.
Here’s something that you shouldn’t do: touch the pan that you just pulled out of the oven with your arm as you reach over to turn the oven off. It’s been about an hour and my arm is still stinging. Duh and ouch.
I did that just last month, only I grabbed the pan handle! Hurts, don’t it? 
Running cold water on it helped; morphine helped even more. If you’ve got any laying around.
Aloe vera makes a nice middle ground option …
So, an uncle died. Very sad but not shocking. Today the obituary appeared, and that was more shocking. Mostly because his wife of ten years wrote a lovely post about herself, i.e. “Fred loved tropical fish and long dresses,” when Fred was quite content to indulge his wife’s love of tropical fish and long dresses, but was himself more into ukeleles and patisserie. The basic biography is mostly correct but the personal stuff is only accurate at the margins, and most of what made him him is missing.
I imagine this happens a lot, and of course saying anything would be unproductive at best, but it’s just kind of irritating. It’s the nature of an obituary to give the basics and of course skip over a ton, but it’s weird to read one and think, “no… that’s just not him at all.”
It’s like the funeral of someone where the priest/rabbi/minister has almost no idea who the guy is.
“Many here will miss Joe’s… Joe’s smile! And his love of… umm, music. And the outdoors! And… animals?”