What Is On Your Mind Right This Second?

[Lionheart]

Unfortunately, my mind is on the panic that is ensuing in response to coronavirus. I am calm, cool and collected, but I cannot say the same for my neighbors. It is maddening the way people are panicking.

Just as an fyi sort of thing, I just do what I always do to avoid the flu virus and that is to wash my hands frequently with soap and warm water and stay away from sick people. I also use Lysol cleaning wipes for high traffic areas. Doorknobs, keyboards, etc.

 

[8888]

That my feet are freezing, time to grab some slippers.

 

[Tornadic Thoughts]

A lot is on my mind, as usual....

It bugs me with this virus outbreak that so many people think only those who feel/are sick should be wearing masks and easily get angered by seeing someone who isn't sick wearing one, thinking they are purposely keeping them from people who may need them.

Well guess what? The virus isn't the only reason folks need masks. I have to wear one when I venture into public spaces due to the fragranced products most folks choose to use, as well as cigarette smoke, etc. Otherwise, I risk experiencing a-fib and atrial flutter - yet again, major respiratory issues, an even more wrecked endocrine system, severe headaches, etc., etc. and it takes days to recover. I've been self-quarantining and socially distancing for quite some time trying to avoid typical toxicities that are slowly but surely taking us all out. That's just how it is for a canary in the coal mine of life.

I heard something on the radio the other day about a woman who called stores to find masks and couldn't, but the lady told her she had some stashed at home and would sell her a box when she got off work. I have to wonder if folks will soon start trying to snatch mine. Becoming even more of a recluse than normal will remedy that prospect, with any luck. Although, sometimes I have to wear one in my own damn yard if the neighbors are doing laundry and the wind is blowing this direction.

Always having been in survival mode has made me try to stay stocked and ready for who knows what, especially since I'm limited as to where I can venture to on any given day. I guess that's finally beneficial, unfortunately. I used to be made to feel I was a worry wart, conspiracy theorist, or simply "out there" for doing that, too. I would never wish harm of any kind on any living being and I hope everyone can find what they need when they need it. So much shit is hitting so many fans.

I read an article that I can relate to on so many levels as of late and they so eloquently expressed what I've been struggling to do so.

Dear Quarantined and Socially Distanced

 

[osiris]

I deactivated my Facebook a few weeks ago and wondering who messaged me because I have notifications.
Don’t want to deal with social media at the moment.

 

[Ronin]

Call with a T & that she found my no shit Sherlock basics super duper useful.

And how happy I am I could talk for the duration of that call. Most progress in a week.

 

[VioletButterfly]

Dreading another trip to the car dealer tomorrow for service; 2nd time in 4 days. Dreading having to stop by and talk to the HOA tomorrow about the boys. Very worried about this virus and my finances.

 

[Deanna]

Very worried about this virus and my finances

Me too.

 

[VioletButterfly]

((((@Deanna)))))

 

[Ellabella44]

Its almost midnight. My son was punching his heavy bag in the basement. I told him to stop (gently) because he might wake my husband. I continued in my head. -I know because he woke up one night that I was drunk and wild angry and grieving and screamed into a thick towel all of my pain I couldn't keep in anymore.

It brings up regret that my husband woke up and found me like that. It upsets me just thinking about it. Its oh my god how lost I was not knowing what was going on in my head.

I blame my beating myself up about my mental breakdown on how late it is now. I'm feeling an echo of that anguish as I write this. I'm trying so hard not to drink again when things like this come up. I will only end up back there drunk and screaming in the basement or worse.

In better news today is 3 months after my relapse.

 

[Deanna]

Its almost midnight. My son was punching his heavy bag in the basement. I told him to stop (gently) because he might wake my husband. I continued in my head. -I know because he woke up one night that I was drunk and wild angry and grieving and screamed into a thick towel all of my pain I couldn't keep in anymore.

It brings up regret that my husband woke up and found me like that. It upsets me just thinking about it. Its oh my god how lost I was not knowing what was going on in my head.

I blame my beating myself up about my mental breakdown on how late it is now. I'm feeling an echo of that anguish as I write this. I'm trying so hard not to drink again when things like this come up. I will only end up back there drunk and screaming in the basement or worse.

In better news today is 3 months after my relapse.

Happy Birthday! You're doing GREAT! ? That was a different time. Those feelings are a part of the past. You're sober right now.. Your head is not buried in a towel. You're with us!

 

[Tornadic Thoughts]

I wonder why no telemarketers or scammers have called in the last couple weeks? I guess the robots can't call from home? Hmmm...

 

[whiteraven]

I wonder why no telemarketers or scammers have called in the last couple weeks? I guess the robots can't call from home? Hmmm...

Oh, I think you've just been lucky. I've been getting them multiple times a day. Until yesterday. I reported them to the FCC and told them so and they haven't called back since.

I'm sure they are just putting me on hold for awhile and they'll be back, but I'm enjoying the quiet while it's here.