Did the Therapy Thursday thing today.
And it did me a lot of good to talk about my worries for my mental health re : spending all of Christmas all alone with Doctor Costin.
Um, I mean, I talked about my worries with Doctor Costin.
Spending Xmas alone with him seems like a longshot at best.
Though he did say I could call him that day. That’s one advantage of having a therapist who is Jewish. To him, December 25 is just another day.
Because I was able to talk it through with Doctor Costin, I was able to clear the mental fog enough to realize that I can create my own little Xmas for myself.
After all, I could get myself a frozen turkey dinner. maybe some dinner rolls, a nicely naughty (but not TOO naughty) dessert, heck, maybe even some wine.
I would just be keeping with tradition if I got a little drunk and ate turkey and chocolate on Xmas day, that’s what I did at the Devoy residence in years gone past.
I hope Joe’s parents are okay. I know the decision to not do the big Xmas dinner must have been very hard for them, but they are in their 80’s and just can’t manage it now.
Anyhow, I will get myself some special treats to make Xmas feel more special and maybe watch the Alistair Sims version of A Christmas Carol as it is by far my favorite.
And I am sure to get a phone call from my mother, and that will be a joy. I love hearing from my Mom. When I hear her voice, I feel like I’m a little kid sitting at her knee again.
She may not have been a perfect mother, but she will always be my favorite person and a very nice lady and I will always want to bask in the glow of her attention and affection even if she’s around 2676 miles away.
I asked Microsoft Co-Pilot for the distance between Richmond and my hometown of Summerside. That thing is so dang handy!
And I can spend time online with whichever of my fuzzy friends happens to be around on Xmas day.
There’s bound to be more than you might think because a lot of furries work through Xmas, either for the overtime or just out of silent, passive protection against the holiday making them feel lonely and sad.
At least, that’s why I think they do it.
Honestly, it’s what I would do if I had employment. Work seems like a great way to keep yourself occupied and therefore not thinking about what day it is.
Just like how I use video games to keep from thinking about my life. Nope, sorry, I have filled my mind with Morrowind and there’s no room left for depression.
Speaking of which, I hit a serious snag in Morrowind recently. I needed a certain super powerful artifact from a character and the door to that character’s palace was locked and there was nobody there to open it.
So I tried a bunch of different things to try to make it behave itself, but none of them worked, so eventually I used a console command to just give me the damned thing.
I hate to cheat like that but I only ever cheat in video games when the game itself has fucked up and I need to fix it to continue.
So it’s not really cheating. It’s more like making the damned thing behave.
So, yay, I reign victorious. When I play again, I will use the artifact to defeat the bad guy and quite possibly complete the main plot of the game.
At the very least, I can’t imagine what would come after beating this guy. It’s not like I am going to take on Dagoth Ur (basically Satan) myself.
I’m not nearly legendary enough for that!
Not yet, at least.
More after the break.
Sort of half sick?
I think my body must be fighting off some kind of bug because I have felt off for three days now and it’s got me a tad worried.
In addition to sore ear, nose, throat, and lungs, I have a runny nose and I have felt tired a lot. I have slept an awful lot today and I will definitely be sleeping more because I can already tell I will be going to sleep when I’m done blogging.
One odd thing is that all my symptoms are at their worst in the morning, when I have just woken up.
Which is going to make tomorrow morning’s 8:45 am wound care appointment REAL fun. I may end up having to cancel if I still feel like this.
Whatever bug I am fighting should probably not come to the CCC with me.
All I can say is that this better not turn out to be Covid because I got inoculated for it just last week, along with the flu, and if I end up with Covid anyway I will have to go back to that Shopper’s and demand a refund of the no money it cost me.
Ha ha ha.
More seriously, though, I really am worried about this turning into something worse. I felt worse today than I did yesterday and yesterday was worse than the day before that, so the trend line is not a positive one.
If I do get worse and end up at UC or the ER, it will be, of course, on the weekend. For whatever reason, this shit only ever goes down on the damned weekend.
Maybe fate wants to make sure I have plenty of company in the waiting room.
And so far (knock on wood) I’ve only ever had to go in one time for a high priority thing (chest pain) and if it’s just the serious sniffles this time, that more or less guarantees I will be there for a long ass time because of its low triage score.
So honestly I hope I get better soon, if only to spare me the aggravation!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.