Well it was bound to happen and it did. I finally had a system melt down. I’ve kept the stress and anxiety bottled up, dealt with the pollen and weather changes, the drippy sinuses and the coughing. Apparently my body and mind have had enough and yesterday I just threw in the proverbial towel. I spent the major portion of 24 hours asleep. I sat in the recliner and snoozed most of the day, ate only sparingly, and was in bed by 6:00 pm. I feel better today but still somewhat drained. I am reluctant to take the immune suppression drugs I normally take for this since they basically squash my immune system and I’m not sure that’s such a good thing right now.
We got out for a good walk early this morning before the clouds, wind and … people. I swear if I get out of this crisis without a full-blown case of agoraphobia I’ll be doing really well. It’s already nuts as I’m washing and sanitizing my hands so much they’ve dried out to the point of cracking and bleeding. OK, OK, it’s also partly caused by Sjogren’s but c’mon I can blame it on Covid Prevention Paranoia, symptoms include excessive washing and sanitizing, fear of anything not clearly (and personally) sterilized, man I need an autoclave! Oh well, as they say:
“This too shall pass it may pass like a kidney stone but it will pass.”
From Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “beside you.” Write about whatever is beside you when you read this prompt. Not when you sit down to write, but whatever is beside you right now. Take note of it if you think you might forget. Enjoy!
What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 9
The quarantine continues, our governor has asked for more business closures. We’re holding up OK here although we’ve got “new” campers in the park who have been asked to self quarantine for 14 days, don’t know how compliant they’re being but, hey we’ll see.
Linda has asked us to write about what’s “beside you” when you read this prompt. For me, it is my ever present coffee/tea cup directly to my left hand; my window open to my right letting in some sunshine. That window becomes more and more important to me the longer I’m “inside.” We still get out a bit for walks very early in the morning before everybody invades our little spot of solitude but have been curtailing those a bit due to my continuing cough.
Outside my window the wind blows, robins squabble over tasty worms, bunnies sample tender green shoots of grass, trees sway, their branches dancing in the Spring winds dotting the ground with pine cones oblivious to the worries of humans
The April Fools — Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick vocals
From Linda: Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Let’s keep in touch!
Well it’s the 8th day of isolation for us. Weather is still wet and dreary although most of the snow has melted now. Went for very short walk yesterday and snapped a few pics of the last remaining remnants of snow. May use them for backgrounds for some digital art. I’m still coughing like a TB ward. I’m actually glad to be staying home as I don’t feel 100% and I’m quite certain to get taken out by a sniper if I go out with this cough. I swear I can hear friends backing away from the phone. I know it’s nothing serious, I get at least one spring cold every year at this time but I do tend to sound like a seal. In further quarantine news, we ordered some dried vegetables and found soup mix without all the potatoes, carrots, and corn that most have. Placed another Costco order since it takes them a week or two to get here. I currently have a case of almond milk waiting up at the office which I should be able to pick up tomorrow. For distraction today I’ve done lots of writing. I’m re-reading a book series by David Eddings that I haven’t read in many years and I’m loving it just as much this time around. Listening to some new music on Spotify, did a little cleaning but still feeling a bit weak for the heavy stuff.
The chains that bound her were heavy, even heavier than the anchor at the end. They intended to toss her off the quay and see if she would use magic to save herself. Because she had done what the village healers could not. What was she supposed to do let the plague wipe them out? Now they judged her a witch. Stupid humans! Fae gathered her magic, pulling the heat from the earth, the stones, the very air around her skin glowing intensely until she burst into flame and dissolved into ash.
The astonished guards stared at the ashes before hearing a voice that crackled with fire as she rose from the ash, resplendent in her flaming wings.
“You dare judge me a witch, I am Phoenix Fae, Fire Fairy. Now, RUN!”