I know I'm going to get called preachy and whiny or whatever but here goes:
Please wear a mask. I get that the anti-maskers won and social pressures make you feel self conscious, and people absolutely do give weird looks when they see people wearing masks, but the current sickness going around is totally preventable.
I have a chronic condition and even a mild illness can massively reduce my quality of life. I'm required to frequently go out and be in close proximity with people, and it's at the point where most people I see have a cough. I just want to not be at risk.
KN95 masks are a good balance between efficacy and price. Those blue surgical masks are easiest to find, but aren't great. N95s can be too expensive.
Please please please just consider wearing them when out.
Besides all that it'll make for an easier adjustment when Pandemic 2: Electric Birdflugaloo comes around.
I gotta say.. as someone who often feels like an outsider it's kind of nice that everyone else is sick when I am too. I feel like I'm a part of something.
Sad news is my microphone ran out of charge ๐ Good news is the man has so many cords, power banks and nerdy shit that it'll be up and running in no time ๐
I have reconsidered and decided it wouldn't be the best decision to go out this weekend. I can't imagine being well enough by tomorrow. At least the new season of The Boys dropped today and there is plenty of NRL to watch over the weekend.
I guess for now there's only 1 thing to do... 420 blaze it.
Short-staffed at work because people sick. People also sick at home. People sick everywhere ๐คง Holding sickness at bay with Bioceuticals Armaforce, Tolak Angin Flu sachets, and maybe my Aโ blood type. A special shout out to all of you who are under the weather. May you be back to your usual sunny selves soon!
Edit: also still wearing a mask on buses. They are really stinky sometimes and people coughing all over the place! Between people who smell like they've been cooking in their bedrooms and people who've been sleeping in their clothes for a month I am over it!
I called in crook. My brain is stuffed. Then I was joined by Mrs and Tinyest cause he got sent from from daycare with lice. They claim no one else in the room has it, which is impossible cause he hasnโt any any other interaction with kids outside of daycare, and we donโt have it.
i'm a wrangler, a schemer, a cobbler and a snagger of discarded things and unconsidered trifles. A repairer and a reuser. But most importantly, i also share the booty.
Fuck I think Iโm gonna have to go back to bed. I doubt Iโll sleep cause I hardly did last night, but likeโฆ itโs better to laying in bed in the dark feeling like shit than sitting on a couch, right? Thank god the Mrs is well enough to look after kiddo.
One of the really frustrating things about getting the 'rona is I've been itching to settle down into sorting and organising the spare room, which is going to be the study/library space.
However I had a burst of energy and inspiration tonight and did a little rearranging and moving around - I want to put a cat tower where one of the smaller bookcases was and that meant moving the others one up, which meant emptying one, and...
Anyway there's roughly a cat tower sized space next to the window. Next step is sorting what's in the bookshelves and cleaning them... even if I do one shelf at a time, it's something.
I accidentally doubled up on my ADHD medicine and I feel like I'm going to pass out. That's how I know I actually have ADHD. Too much stimulant medication makes me feel super sleepy. Meanwhile a mate of mine got one from his partner and took it at a festival and was absolutely shitfaced the whole day. Brains are weird.
Tomorrow my fam is having our birthday bash for the April/May birthdays. But late, but only because trying to get 30+ people's schedules to line up is worse than trying to herd cats.
Looking forward to seeing my grandparents. They're getting on in years and have started arrangements for their eventual passing away. It freaks me out some, but trying not to think too hard on it because there will be a time for that later on. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow is a celebration
Ough. Long nap. I've been really good about hygiene and masking but think I've gotten sick anyway.
Melbcat seems a lot better after going on the new antibiotics. She's much brighter. She's been refusing her wet meals though so I wonder if she's a bit queasy.
Today was going to be the day I washed my oodie. But no. Today is for wearing oodies. Also - can you get away with tumble drying a (cheap rip-off) oodie? I'm not worried so much about losing fluffyness, more that I will set the laundromat on fire from the hot synthetic fabric...
i just realised I made lunch to take in to work yesterday and completely forgot about it. I was even annoyed at myself yesterday morning that I didn't plan ahead and took in soup instead. I have so many things on my mind at the moment some of them are starting to fall out!
I appreciate all the staff at officeworks because it means I don't have to mess around with printers but jeez it makes a difference when you get someone who really knows what they're doing...
So understaffed at work today, thanks to the multiple plagues that seem to be going around I'm the only one in my team actually here.
And I probably shouldn't be, I'm guilty of a bit of presentee-ism myself. At least being on my own in this part of the building I'm not going to get anyone else sick so that's a bonus. Felt fine yesterday, today is a different story.
looking at aliexpress art supplies, there are brushes on there that I can just tell they are good, they have vermillion ink which I love to work with. Must not buy, must finish old projects. ...lol
Have a potluck dinner tomorrow and put my hand up for making dessert. It's an hour door-to-door travel and I was going to make tiramisu but was worried it might go bad out of the fridge for that long. So I'm going to make this tomorrow morning. It looks good and will transport well, hopefully it's a hit.
Movie Review. Pure Luck with Martin Short. Man with congenital bad luck is sent to search for a woman with congenital bad luck goes missing. Lot's of sight gags. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1v62J4tishs
Considering banking on this cold being shaken off by tomorrow and booking a room up on the border. Saw that one of the clubs up there has a Boobs tribute act (Michael Bublรฉ) and I'm right into that scene. They actually have a Crooners of the 50s, 60s and 70s Variety show tonight which I would have liked. Will give me another 6.5 hours or so of audiobook time in the car too.
Microwave saucepans that aren't fucking white plastic. Borosilicate, with a lid, no staining or acid etches. 500ml, 1l, 2l, perfect for a tin of beans, a continental pasta, reheating some sauce. Get on It.
I have tried to watch the first episode three times. I just can't get through it, the Dirk guy is too irritating. He's not quirky, he's not fun, it's too much.
It might be a great series , I don't know, it's not for me. 3 hobbits for the rest of cast
During my therapy session, the psych suggested I could have autism. She asked me what I think I have. I said I show traits of BPD, but I'm not the one who went to school to diagnose these conditions. I've got no idea but I know something is not right. Even though I feel crazy and people perceive me as crazy, that doesn't mean I am. Sure I've felt and said and done some crazy things, but those things don't define me.
I am praying that therapy works. I don't want to feel things so deeply anymore and catastrophise. I don't ever want to have an emotional outburst like I did the week of the breakup again, to the point where I have to beg someone to love me and make them and their people think I'm a complete psycho. I don't think it was a normal reaction to keep messaging him even though he wasn't responding. At the same time, I have to forgive myself and vow to never do that again.
I stupidly started talking to someone new who reassures me without having to ask, and even though I don't need it, and I'm just vibing and having fun chatting. Maybe I was just asking for too much from the wrong person.