So it looks like civilization will more or less shut down for the next two months.
Like i have said before, the impact on my particular lifestyle will be minimal. Mostly it means that I will not be going out to eat with friends any time soon.
Because not only is Felicity on lockdown out of concern for her elderly parents’ frail health and the resulting high risk from (With Our New Special Ingredient) Covid-19 , but the restaurants themselves are all closing down.
So what used to pass for my social life is pretty much kaput. And I know that is going to start bothering me eventually, and probably by this time next week, I will be going at least a wee bit stir crazy.
Today, on Donahue : Stir Crazy Agoraphobes And The People Who Love Them.
There is also the problem that I will not be leaving the apartment to go out to eat, and therefore I will not have my usual opportunities to do my shopping.
In the long term, I will solve this by putting most of my next cheque’s spendable portion on my reloadable VISA card so I can buy my groceries online.
I imagine a hell of a lot of people will be doing the same thing, though, so it might take a while. I dunno.
Maybe I would be better off just going to and from Pricemart in a cab. I will think this over before then.
I got lots of time, my cheque isn’t showing up till the 25th.
Speaking of Pricemart, I was just there. Joe was nice enough to lend me some money, so I did my usual Sunday amount of shopping on a Friday.
Oh how very.
It wasn’t very crowded. Lots of people with those masks on. That’s going to take a lot of getting used to for me.
For some reason, the sight of people in those masks has this visceral effect on me. Like a kick to the gut. I suppose it’s because I associate those masks with disaster and disease (rightfully so, as it turns out) and so I find the sight of them deeply alarming.
Pricemart happened after my doctor’s appointment today. He took a look at the rash on my back and prescribed me an ointment.
One I will need my roomies’ help to apply, for obvious reasons.
I mean, it’s that or buy a paint roller and pan and apply it that way.
Sign of the times : the waiting room was empty when I showed up for my doctor’s appointment. I guess people are staying home from the doctor too.
Good thing I got my non-psychiatric meds refilled recently. And my therapist will phone in the prescriptions when my psych meds run out at the end of April.
I imagine there’s a lot of phoned in prescriptions these days too. Good thing the pharmacies aren’t shutting down.
I mean, they couln’t. Millions would die.
And I have gotten back into Elder Scrolls Online, a game I can happily play for hours on end with the time flying fast.
Guess that means I must be having fun.
More after the break.
Just got back from the front
But not the front…. of the back.
Great, now I have it all back to front.
What I mean to say is that I just finished a rather grueling session of Elder Scrolls Online (ESO) where I had to go all around a dungeon jam packed with enemies (who respawn) and while none of the enemies were particularly hard to beat, after a while the sheer effort of fighting your way around catches up to you.
But I finished it, god damn it. Checked off all the boxes for both of the quests I had that took place in that dungeon then turned the quests in for glory, flame, gold, and XP.
Mostly the gold and XP, come to think of it.
And so now I am legit tired from all the effort. I mean sure, the physical effort was minimal. All I did was move and click the mouse and use the keyboard.
But mentally and psychologically, it was brutal.
In other news, Costco happened today while I was at my doctor’s office. That’s the good news. The bad news is that Joe had no idea we were out of fruit, so he did not get fruit.
That makes this entire meal, and indeed my existence, fruitless.
This is where the control freak part of my mind started nattering on about how this is what happens when you trust people to do things right without you being there, and that I should have told them to wait until after my doctor’s appointment so that I could be there and supervise, and blah blah blah. The usual.
I have some serious fucking trust issues.
In my head, my control freak/trust issues side sounds like a cartoon nagging housewife.
Anyhow, they know we are out of fruit now, and I am sure we will get some soon.
Haven’t tried the lotion (it puts the lotion on its skin) yet. Working up to asking one of my roomies to apply it. Honestly pondering ways I could do it myself.
Social anxiety is a bitch.
Oh, and my dumb ass forgot to eat lunch before we headed out to my doctor’s appointment at 1 pm, and so I ended up not eating until shortly before 3 pm.
I keep doing that to myself. One of these days I am going to push that shit too far and have a blood sugar crash that lands me in the hospital.
Then again, I dunno, it’s not like being in a coma wouldn’t have its upsides. Like the fact that it’s literally impossible to overeat when you’re in a coma and being fed through a tube by nurses.
Just think, I could wake up thin and with perfect blood sugar!
Meh, I could never be that lucky.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.