Living in the time of pandemic: COVID-19 (255)
April 21, 2025
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 5, Day 358: I went into the weekend with one goal: to cut my hair (again). I’ve been taking 2-3 inches off at a time since I’m a novice and have no idea what it’ll look like each time I chop it. It feels like about 4 more inches off the back would be right.
What I did instead: a rescue run to drop off stuff at the pool, filled up gas, therapy, set up a new spreadsheet to track some data, took everyone to the optometrist, ordered two pairs of glasses, picked up a pair, got one eye exam, went to 2 grocery stores, 3 loads of laundry, took the kids on a 4 hour adventure into the city via BART (by myself! I never take them on adventures by myself), yelled at our Senators about the SAVE act, ICE and illegal deportations and the Democratic leadership’s general uselessness fighting this fascism and laid in bed regretting at least a few of my decisions. No coincidence, I’m giving the Celebrex a test run. This is the new pain med my pain pharmacist prescribed to use instead of tramadol which makes me sick sick sick.
Maybe the hair will go next weekend.
Year 5, Day 359: I still need to set up time for an ADHD diagnosis, which is more for the kids than me at this point because I have new! improved! (maybe?) coping mechanisms. Upping my depression meds helped. Adding sixteen alarms to my life helped. Adding lots more organizing pouches to my bags helped.
This post at Nicole and Maggie‘s had me thinking: did I have lifelong symptoms? I dunno, how would I remember? Maybe. I remember being socially awkward all my life. I get on best with ND folks generally, NT people confuse and annoy me more than not. Like when they have an issue but don’t address it directly. Or spend a lot of time on chitchat before finally getting to the point. But is that ADHD or “I’m fecking BUSY, people, come on?” I’ve learned to read some social cues by mimicking the humans in my life who are comfortable with other humans. I hyperfocus or popcorn work: I’m either 100% locked in or spend 1-3 minutes at a time on 15 different projects.
I had RSD like whoa for most of my life. I’ve been actively working on diminishing its power over me.
Year 5, Day 360: I’m not feeling good today, but am noticeably less wrecked than Monday and Tuesday. I was testing my Celebrex for pain on Sunday and Monday night. Is it just coincidence that fatigue was extra high the day after taking them? Or is it a side effect? Maybe I was just feeling like a million pounds slug because pain was high enough to try my newest heavy hitter. That’s also logical.
Work is both wildly unsettling and settling down in various (and maybe opposite) ways. We have been working really hard at hiring people we hope will be good and long-term fits for my department. Now we’re deep in the thick of training which is the even more painful (because it takes so long) part. While handling that micro-level stuff, I’m also working on (juggling) several projects that will change policies for the whole company. Then I have to build business strategies to keep my people employed through the rise of fascism in America and that’s about where my brain goes squeeeeee squeeeee squeeeeee like a DSL modem. I’ve advised my non-US counterparts that this “weird Americans are being weird again” is really a deeply dangerous version that threatens the fabric of our democracy, and we may not come back from that. Let’s strategize around that, y’all. The folks who don’t live here (that I know) truly don’t understand how bad this really is, they think it’s business as usual with the volume turned up a bit.
Year 5, Day 361: This is a complaint. I have to find some presentable professional wear clothes by summer. a) I don’t WANT to and b) have absolutely no clothes look like they’d be both presentable AND comfortable at the same time. I’ve combed through my usual resources of a reliable petite fashion blogger to get ideas and after hours of searching and brainstorming, everything in me is rebelling. A couple hours of light online shopping later, I hate even the idea of clothing. Also I seem to have gone from a 00P to a 0-2?? (which I made my peace with post-first-pregnancy, mostly) to 10/Medium?? At least that’s what the size charts say.
I will deal with the numbers shifting, it’s mostly unsettling living in this body that still doesn’t feel like mine yet, but the idea of having to build a professional wardrobe again, urkk. My brain and my performance is completely unrelated to the clothes I wear but well, no, not true. The more comfortable I am (sweatpants and hoodie!) the better work I do. But what I feel good in is the barest nod to decency. I change out of my sleep sweats into my work sweats. I DO wish I could roll up in my existing wardrobe, either indoors sloth or geek comfort chic, but instead I’ll have to spend real money on business clothes that, if I’m lucky, I only have to wear once a year. No matter how much I’ve proven myself, I really doubt the new to me higher-ups are going to look at sloth-me and say yeah, let’s trust her decisions will yield multi-million dollar revenues. Humph.
Alright. Having gotten that off my chest: maybe it’ll be enough to find 2 blazers and 2-3 trousers to mix and match with casual tops and shoes. Keywords: Machine wash, and “never wrinkles”. Fingers crossed!
Year 5, Day 362: This was a 3 days of workouts week, we alternate between 3-day and 4-day weeks, but it still felt quite challenging to get through them all. I still have quite a bit to do by tomorrow. He’s planning to move me off the regular planks once I can achieve 3 1-minute planks but it feels like cheating if we do that before I can do them all three in a row. I break up my exercise sets across days, have never done 3 planks in a row, and as I tell JB, cheating in exercises is only cheating yourself. I’m not actually stronger if I’m cheating!
I’m stress shopping: treats and toys for my canine and feline niblings. Three Christmas presents done, one dog and five cats to go. I might send them a bit early too, save myself some year end packing and shipping stress. I’ve got the clothing half of the presents for the human niblings and need to buy their books soon.
We also had gift cards to use up so I combined them with sales and promotions to stock up on: Shampoo and conditioner, my current favorite St Ives pink lemon and mandarin orange scrub, wrapping paper since PiC is on a gift wrap kick right now, parchment paper (kitchen), eraser pads, hair removal stuff, and dishwasher detergent. I have no idea what’s going to happen with tariffs and the cost of living but these are consumables that we always use and I feel a little bit better for having a full stock on hand at least. For now.
