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subtlegreyWhere to begin? First, I am exasperated by the election results. Much smarter people than me have better perspectives and advice. I'm feeling very AWOL Nation (Burn it Down). The USA isn't a country I recognize anymore. I wonder if this is similar to how people felt during the ages-long Vietnam war? I was fortunate enough to be deathly ill that week, so I slept through most of it.
For me, I will focus on a micro-local level, my immediate neighborhood. The Buy Nothing Project groups are dialed down pretty finely, so that'll be my theoretical boundary. I'll endeavor to know my neighbors, and be the person they can come to if they need a hand. I'll keep an eye out for them, and hope they do the same. Orrin says he might explore getting involved in some kind of local governance, like the Library Board of Directors or something. We both submitted applications to attend the Citizen's Academy in the spring. If we're accepted, we'll get a boot camp on local city departments and government. which will be invaluable in deciding where to go next.
I was very sick. Viral gastroenteritis, apparently a nasty variant has been "going around." I don't believe I've ever had that before. It was gadawful. The opening act was shitting myself as I walked in the door after getting home from work. No warning at all, not a gurgle or an urge, just blorp. That's never happened before.
I puked about halfway through, which has only happened twice in the past 10+ years; once when my gallbladder went kablooie, and more recently when I took colonoscopy prep too fast. I'm not a puker. Never have been. The other shocking thing was I got a clinical fever. My normal body temp is 96.8-97.3F. Reliably. If I'm at 98.6 for me it's a fever, but not a "clinical" fever so nobody gives a shit. This time, though, I flirted with triple digits. (For perspective, my last fever was in college, 20+ years ago.)
Went to the Dr, bloodwork came back consistent with the diagnosis. Stool sample clear of parasites/bacteriological causes. So that's good I guess. I lost 8lbs and missed 4 days of work, blew through remaining PTO like I was on the Indy500. I never want to do that again. I wish nobody ever had to do that ever.
Orrin was a fuckin' saint, as always. He's like some kind of magical freshwater spring that never runs dry.
I've spent the weekend gently playing catch-up with some household things, honey-dos, mostly. Flute choir rehearsal today improved my mood (woke up in the wrong part of my sleep cycle this morning and had lots of feels about the election on top of a tirade of negative self-talk). Hopefully, we can keep gaining ground on things that piled up while I was out of commission.
I'm hosting Thanksgiving for our found family this year. Looking forward to it! Our house is great for entertaining, which is ironic af since we are disinclined to entertain.
Works been good. Cats are good. Lizard is beginning her brumination, I think. My mom is increasingly daft and child-like. It's very frustrating. My dad has fully regressed back to his worst self. My grama, who lives with him, has COPD and wasn't doing well so they missed the last flute choir concert - when I asked him how worried I shoud be about her, he replied "Grama's just living in her victim mindset." [headdesk] Shit that reminds me, I should ask one of my aunts how grama is. :(
Maybe next time I'll talk about recent house-related stuff!
For me, I will focus on a micro-local level, my immediate neighborhood. The Buy Nothing Project groups are dialed down pretty finely, so that'll be my theoretical boundary. I'll endeavor to know my neighbors, and be the person they can come to if they need a hand. I'll keep an eye out for them, and hope they do the same. Orrin says he might explore getting involved in some kind of local governance, like the Library Board of Directors or something. We both submitted applications to attend the Citizen's Academy in the spring. If we're accepted, we'll get a boot camp on local city departments and government. which will be invaluable in deciding where to go next.
I was very sick. Viral gastroenteritis, apparently a nasty variant has been "going around." I don't believe I've ever had that before. It was gadawful. The opening act was shitting myself as I walked in the door after getting home from work. No warning at all, not a gurgle or an urge, just blorp. That's never happened before.
I puked about halfway through, which has only happened twice in the past 10+ years; once when my gallbladder went kablooie, and more recently when I took colonoscopy prep too fast. I'm not a puker. Never have been. The other shocking thing was I got a clinical fever. My normal body temp is 96.8-97.3F. Reliably. If I'm at 98.6 for me it's a fever, but not a "clinical" fever so nobody gives a shit. This time, though, I flirted with triple digits. (For perspective, my last fever was in college, 20+ years ago.)
Went to the Dr, bloodwork came back consistent with the diagnosis. Stool sample clear of parasites/bacteriological causes. So that's good I guess. I lost 8lbs and missed 4 days of work, blew through remaining PTO like I was on the Indy500. I never want to do that again. I wish nobody ever had to do that ever.
Orrin was a fuckin' saint, as always. He's like some kind of magical freshwater spring that never runs dry.
I've spent the weekend gently playing catch-up with some household things, honey-dos, mostly. Flute choir rehearsal today improved my mood (woke up in the wrong part of my sleep cycle this morning and had lots of feels about the election on top of a tirade of negative self-talk). Hopefully, we can keep gaining ground on things that piled up while I was out of commission.
I'm hosting Thanksgiving for our found family this year. Looking forward to it! Our house is great for entertaining, which is ironic af since we are disinclined to entertain.
Works been good. Cats are good. Lizard is beginning her brumination, I think. My mom is increasingly daft and child-like. It's very frustrating. My dad has fully regressed back to his worst self. My grama, who lives with him, has COPD and wasn't doing well so they missed the last flute choir concert - when I asked him how worried I shoud be about her, he replied "Grama's just living in her victim mindset." [headdesk] Shit that reminds me, I should ask one of my aunts how grama is. :(
Maybe next time I'll talk about recent house-related stuff!
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Date: 11 Nov 2024 22:14 (UTC)