Ping Back to a way to mark the days and stay connected.
Well well well what have we here?
Did that sound menacing enough?
Without sound prolly not.
I do that now … more than ever … write like I talk. I say prolly and y’all and all sorts of southern thangs.
We are adapting too.
Ask me at any given point in the day and I may tell you something different. I reserve the right to change my mind. Getting used to the current state of affairs is an ebb and flow situational.
At least my panic is calming down. I was ever so sure I’d die. Not of corona mind you but from my other ailments. When I wrote about my psychological physical ailments being gone, well I was wrong. The pain is back but I don’t dare seek treatment.
Another thing with the call your physician business. I don’t have one. She kicked us all to the curb. I am SOL. I sit until I want to scream then I walk it off. And that walking helps. I am obsessive about it too. Very protective of MY time said in my Ray Walston as Mr. Hand voice over voice.
My conversation with B went something like this …
Me: I’m going to walk even if it is drizzling. I won’t melt.
B: All you need is to get sick,
Me: That’s an old wives tale.
B: Nope, being out in the weather can lower your resistance.
Me: Well I read walking helps with depression and increases your immunities. I think increased immunities beats lower resistance any time.
B: Go on, you’re gonna do what you want anyway.
Ha! He knows me so well. I went out and the drizzle was not light. In fact, I needed windshield wipers for my glasses. Lol. So, … I came back in. Put my ears buds in and walked dance laps around the house. I haven’t hit my mark yet but it’s still early. I have until midnight to reach my goal. Victory is mine!!
As always, more to come.