Just found out yesterday that my dad -- incredible dumpster fire, piece of shit human being who I cut off about 8 years ago -- just contracted COVID. He was pushing it as a hoax from the start, refused to wear a mask or get the vaccine, deliberately exposed my siblings even after he knew he'd potentially been exposed...just an all around loathsome dude who couldn't deserve to get it more.
Feeling a lot of unpleasant feelings about it.
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During Covid, we've been keeping our circle of folks who we'll see, to the friends we've known since high school, and know who work from home and are as antisocial.
In January, we had them over for "Game Night" and dinner as is usual for us. One of our friends called us the next day to inform us that their mom, who they live with but don't really see or interact with, has Covid and didn't say anything about it to anyone even though she went and got a positive test. Apparently the mom didn't believe it was real, but her work made her go get tested or something.
All eight of us ended up with Covid-19. Two of us are immunocompromised. Thankfully we all ended up generally alright, but my lungs have been a wreck ever since.
Angry doesn't quite cover it for me.
I say all this to say.... Yes we knew there was a risk with having people in our home anyway...but the way it came about just pisses me off, since spreading it could have been avoided.
People suck.
Today's message is to always check your drug interactions and be aware of the possibilities.
I still have an SO because I figured out what was going on in time.
2 weeks ago, I requested a referral to go back to therapy. I didn't hear anything. So.. I called to follow up. They have nothing on file about my request.
GRR.
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@wretched said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
@sixregrets oof
I love my Cpap, I hope mine isnt recalledThere's a list here, but it's basically all machines made by Respironics in the last decade and a bit: https://www.philips.ca/healthcare/e/sleep/communications/src-update
The key takeaway seems to be that if you're using an ozone generator to clean your machine, stop doing that. Now.
If you're in the US and Canada, you can now check your serial number here: https://www.philipssrcupdate.expertinquiry.com/
So fostering is a tiny bit expensive cuz the food the littles eat to get up to a proper weight is a bit pricy. I was feeling guilty about the added expense and so when people were throwing out side hussles for teachers I looked into one of them and got hooked up with Amazon Flex. It has been really nice and people are pretty kind about their delivery times not being spot on. 
All in all, a good side hussle to pay for kittens.
This could just as easily be in RL Anger, but it's not even that.
It's also a rerun on things I've already said, but fuck it.
I feel so totally defeated by panic disorder. I can't find a single thing that works, or even brings much by way of relief, and oh gosh have I ever tried. How much have you tried, Solstice?
I've tried and failed with 14 medications over the past year. The reason for that high number is that I found out that every SSRI and most anti-anxiety meds carry the side-effect of 'drowsiness or dizziness'. What that means in terms of my jerk of a body is absolutely debilitating vertigo and nausea.
My health care team is pretty checked-out, and even though I've been on a journey of over a dozen medications with her, my psychiatrist frequently forgets who the hell I even am.
Hard not to despair. And because the only med that even halfway works is a benzo, I'm trapped on something that doesn't let me drink or smoke the devil's lettuce, which makes the parties I do have the spoons to get to a bit of a bummer, as I'm by default the sober person in the room.
Just defeated.
@solstice said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
And because the only med that even halfway works is a benzo, I'm trapped on something that doesn't let me drink or smoke the devil's lettuce, which makes the parties I do have the spoons to get to a bit of a bummer, as I'm by default the sober person in the room.
You've probably heard this a million times already, but being sober doesn't mean you're a bummer.
By any measure of how you play, you're fun enough just the way you are.
“It is better to live doing the things that you like. It is foolish to live within this dream of a world seeing unpleasantness and doing only things that you do not like.” -- Yamamoto Tsunetomo.
Thanks!
Yeah, I know sobriety doesn't make me a bummer by default, I more meant it feels frustrating to be the only sober person in the room while desperately wanting to join in. I was never a heavy drinker, but I miss my usual habit of an occasional margarita or two. Not currently possible without immediately feeling like I need to crawl into bed and pass out, because that just don't play.
After eleven years of marriage it shouldn't be a surprise when my husband's definition of cleaning doesn't fit mine. Don't get me wrong! I am greatful he does the dishes.
But "cleaning the kitchen" to him means ONLY washing the dishes and wiping down around anything on the counters.
Mine involves putting everything away, throwing the tiny debris, dead flowers, picking up and wiping down all the surfaces, scrubbing the oven top, and at least sweeping up the visible stuff from the floor.
I dropped a cube of soda on my bad foot.
@sunny I take it you're talking about several cans of soda rather than soda that had been poured into an ice cube tray and frozen?
One of the square cases of 24 cans, yeah.
I thought it was ok and just bruised until a few minutes ago when I flexed a tiny bit wrong and the metal/bone very loudly notified me that there was a problem. So now I'm all compression bandaged up with a medical boot on standby (sob), doing the heat/ice thing. It's completely pointless (or at least needlessly expensive) for me to get it looked at due to my foot being held together in the first place by bailing twine, chewed gum, and corpse bone. ^^
@sunny Yikes. I'm so sorry.
Took puppy out for a walk, came back in and got ready for work... Found a tick on my scalp while putting my hair up. 
I've been hanging in there, during the move, for the most part. Still getting up and doing things, even when I wasn't feeling it.
Today though.. my body said /no/. Sugars crashed and took longer than normal to recover, my stomach is being annoying, and no matter how much water/etc I try, my head aches.
Now to try and not feel guilty for not doing anything today.
I had dreams last night.
Not nightmares. Dreams.
I usually only have nightmares. One night full of nightmares every four to five weeks. The nightmares don't upset me, at least not upon waking. I always assumed they were just my brain dumping built-up stress or what have as part of the regularly scheduled disk defragging.
But tonight, I had dreams. Lovely dreams. They were based too much on the media I watch, but still, perfectly nice dreams.
I feel content but also suspicious of feeling content. It's weird when nice isn't normal.
A question for our resident lawyers?
I'm going to be signing my very first NDA for participation with a documentary project in the works, and I know very little about NDAs. Is there anything I should be on the lookout for? Like, I basically trust these people, and I support what they are doing, but I haven't known them for very long and the subject matter is going to be very personal. I've got a bit of anxiety about it.
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If you're working on a documentary, chances are that the purpose of the NDA is to prevent you from talking to others, particularly the media, about the content and release dates.
Pretty standard in the documentary industry, really.
“It is better to live doing the things that you like. It is foolish to live within this dream of a world seeing unpleasantness and doing only things that you do not like.” -- Yamamoto Tsunetomo.
I guess to clarify, like is there anything that would be considered unreasonable in a contract like that that wouldn't be immediately obvious?
I'm probably just worrying over nothing, but I've never done anything like this and that usually sets the brain weasles loose, haha.
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Just found out yesterday that my dad -- incredible dumpster fire, piece of shit human being who I cut off about 8 years ago -- just contracted COVID. He was pushing it as a hoax from the start, refused to wear a mask or get the vaccine, deliberately exposed my siblings even after he knew he'd potentially been exposed...just an all around loathsome dude who couldn't deserve to get it more.
Feeling a lot of unpleasant feelings about it.
