In short: even in these pandemic-ridden times… no, I’m not dead.
My desktop PC went off due to a Windows update and has so far declined to turn back on again. Currently eyeballing a mini-PC replacement, but the one I’d wanted is no longer available… and the one I want would come from Hong Kong, so I worry it’d get stuck in Customs with the global health issues just lately. Shouldn’t do, but some Arax Pitta face masks went into Customs and never came out. They were ordered before the outbreak, ironically, but probably hit Customs as the virus gained traction so… I suspect someone in Customs now has some fancy grey masks they didn’t go to the effort of buying. (I bought replacements that didn’t come from overseas.) A new PC is much pricier than a set of masks.
My mental health took a nosedive at the start of last month and has yet to recover. For various personal reasons I can’t see this improving in the foreseeable future.
My physical health has started to decline further. My main issue is a congenital hip disability I’ve (unsurprisingly) had since birth. Ironically, the issue isn’t when I walk, it’s when I stop. Standing still and upright for any length of time is painful; doing the recycling is agonising. Sitting is no longer quite so great either: sitting for work yesterday put it slightly out its socket for most of the day.
Annnnd last night’s dream involved an all-girl pop band that turned into a group of eldritch horrors with long, glowing snouts and fantastic hearing.
It’s been an interesting time.
And on the subject of ‘interesting’ and ‘not dead,’ I’m not so much self-isolating from the coronavirus as I am just… going about my normal day. I already work from home, and because my hours can change overnight I always get my shopping delivered. Just livin’ that prepper life, apparently, only I’ve never felt the burning need to stock up on excessive amounts of loo roll.
We have two sets of neighbours: one to the side, one behind us. The ones behind us have sent us xmas cards three years running now. The ones beside us I’ve seen only once, a couple of years ago, when she came round to ask if we needed her to prune the hedge between properties — and she only did that because I’d already cut down all the overhanging leaves, which were a good three or four foot over my drive and shedding leaves over my mother’s car. Aside from that, they mostly sit in their back garden chain-smoking and making it impossible to do anything in my back garden without needing a respirator, the stench is that bad. Which in the current climate at least looks less weird, I guess.
They both know my mother’s disabled; today the ones behind us came round to ask if there was anything they could do to help. Not seen hide nor hair of the ones beside us since the aforementioned meeting. …And a good thing, really, because my mother’s desperate to chew them out over the incessant smell and the fact they keep driving over our drive’s drop kerb — which has a section of normal raised pavement between theirs and ours, so aside from being plain rude it’s also illegal. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Other than that it’s business as usual. We already have plenty of hand sanitiser as my mother’s nurses weren’t always… reliable about using the sink (yes, really; one in particular never washed her hands unless prompted. She was promoted, presumably out of harm’s way because her beside manner was atrocious) so we had to make it easy for them. It’s just been a matter of using it even more often.
Not made writing any easier though, things have stalled a little, at least as far as actual words-on-page go. Ideas? They’re still bubbling along, including one loose end that might now be less so, and handy really because I couldn’t work out why my thoughts kept returning to it. Obviously it wasn’t entirely daydreaming…
All in all, things have been just… meh. Here’s hoping everything — and I mean everything — blows over soon.