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Nov. 28th, 2020 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWelp. The boy is off on his first shift probably on the covid ward? I haven't heard from him since he left so I assume either he's busy or he's not on the covid ward, I'm not sure what to think but I'm sure I'll find out when he gets home. I'm just going to stick my wallet in the freezer so I can't run up my credit card in stress any more than I already have. Ugh.
Mikey... I'm not sure how Mikey's doing. We haven't heard back about the bloodwork but, you know, Thanksgiving. And he has lost weight but he's still eating (still occasionally throwing up which is a worry), still being a pest. He is an older cat. He's thirteen. But it's a worry and it's an additional worry on top of worrying about the boy because Mikey is very much his cat. Climbs all over him, gives him nose kisses, sits next to him in his armchair. (And tries to steal his dinner.) (I have a picture of that somewhere.) Deciding when to say goodbye because there's nothing anyone can do about the mast cell cancer coming back is not something I want to do while the boy's on covid duty and potentially contagious.
And I don't know if it's better or worse that we brought in Barton and Cassius, if that'll give him something else to focus on, introducing them into the house, or if it'll just be an unwanted distraction. Ugh. I'm exhausted. I'm sad. And I suspect I'm going to be completely alone for the next several weeks, if not a couple of months. Thanks, covid.
In less dismal news, I have managed to somewhat consistently do my knee-strengthening (really thigh-strengthening) exercises and I don't know if it's making a difference? I don't know if I should be able to tell that it's making a difference, but it gives me some exercise to do, and since I'm one of those people who actually gets endorphins from exercise that helps. I need to pull a box from somewhere to put my resistance bands, strap-on weights, and yoga blocks into somehow. I even think I know where I can put it, come to that. If I can find a box that fits. I haven't managed to do as much art as I want, or to mail any of the things I need to mail, maybe I can get that done Monday. Everything's just slowed to a crawl since the boy's hospital started getting covid patients again.
I've managed to keep up with Nanowrimo, but only just. I'm not very happy about what's come out of it, I don't think it's horror enough but it's a first draft, it doesn't have to be. I think it's hitting hard right now because of, you know. Everything else. It's harder than usual to push through things I think are inadequate.
I am remembering more things that make me feel happy, things that aren't also an endurance trial, like writing. I put on makeup more often. I'm having so much fun with false lashes. I'm also having a lot of fun with the oil slick nail polishes I got a while back, enough fun that I'm not sure I'd want to stamp them. But I've also been having fun with stamping too, even though I think my stamping plate collection may be as complete as it's going to get for a while. It's also heavy, holy crap I have a lot of stamping plates.
I tuned my bass again and did a bit of noodling around on it. Always a good thing to remember that I feel awesome when I play guitar, and it's very calming. I'm toying a bit with the idea of getting a custom guitar strap from Jungle Tribe or one of my other leather goods places if I manage to practice X days in a row or something, but that's far off in the future. Right now I'll be happy to remember to paint my nails, put on some lip gloss, and practice every day the coming week.
And while I had this open in drafts while I was trying to calm down, relax, make myself get ready for bed, the boy texted and said he is not on covid duty tonight, so I can breathe easier. And maybe sleep. Still think I'm going to take a trazodone though.
Mikey... I'm not sure how Mikey's doing. We haven't heard back about the bloodwork but, you know, Thanksgiving. And he has lost weight but he's still eating (still occasionally throwing up which is a worry), still being a pest. He is an older cat. He's thirteen. But it's a worry and it's an additional worry on top of worrying about the boy because Mikey is very much his cat. Climbs all over him, gives him nose kisses, sits next to him in his armchair. (And tries to steal his dinner.) (I have a picture of that somewhere.) Deciding when to say goodbye because there's nothing anyone can do about the mast cell cancer coming back is not something I want to do while the boy's on covid duty and potentially contagious.
And I don't know if it's better or worse that we brought in Barton and Cassius, if that'll give him something else to focus on, introducing them into the house, or if it'll just be an unwanted distraction. Ugh. I'm exhausted. I'm sad. And I suspect I'm going to be completely alone for the next several weeks, if not a couple of months. Thanks, covid.
In less dismal news, I have managed to somewhat consistently do my knee-strengthening (really thigh-strengthening) exercises and I don't know if it's making a difference? I don't know if I should be able to tell that it's making a difference, but it gives me some exercise to do, and since I'm one of those people who actually gets endorphins from exercise that helps. I need to pull a box from somewhere to put my resistance bands, strap-on weights, and yoga blocks into somehow. I even think I know where I can put it, come to that. If I can find a box that fits. I haven't managed to do as much art as I want, or to mail any of the things I need to mail, maybe I can get that done Monday. Everything's just slowed to a crawl since the boy's hospital started getting covid patients again.
I've managed to keep up with Nanowrimo, but only just. I'm not very happy about what's come out of it, I don't think it's horror enough but it's a first draft, it doesn't have to be. I think it's hitting hard right now because of, you know. Everything else. It's harder than usual to push through things I think are inadequate.
I am remembering more things that make me feel happy, things that aren't also an endurance trial, like writing. I put on makeup more often. I'm having so much fun with false lashes. I'm also having a lot of fun with the oil slick nail polishes I got a while back, enough fun that I'm not sure I'd want to stamp them. But I've also been having fun with stamping too, even though I think my stamping plate collection may be as complete as it's going to get for a while. It's also heavy, holy crap I have a lot of stamping plates.
I tuned my bass again and did a bit of noodling around on it. Always a good thing to remember that I feel awesome when I play guitar, and it's very calming. I'm toying a bit with the idea of getting a custom guitar strap from Jungle Tribe or one of my other leather goods places if I manage to practice X days in a row or something, but that's far off in the future. Right now I'll be happy to remember to paint my nails, put on some lip gloss, and practice every day the coming week.
And while I had this open in drafts while I was trying to calm down, relax, make myself get ready for bed, the boy texted and said he is not on covid duty tonight, so I can breathe easier. And maybe sleep. Still think I'm going to take a trazodone though.