not clinically, but depressed anyway. Not working and unable to really get motivated to write. Been scribbling notes and ideas, but no REAL writing. I’m getting fat, too. I’m gonna have to force it. It’s been too long since my last publication and I don’t like that. But which one? A new story? The conclusion of an already established story? I’m not sure, but something has got to be done.
I just learned about a phenomenon called‘Stinging Water’. Never heard of it, as I don’t swim due to a slight phobia of finding such things. But then I also just found out about the Cassiopea. The CAUSE of stinging water. This inverted jellyfish freaking throws ‘mucus grenades’ loaded with the stinging cells. This is why my husband has a very hard time convincing me to even come near water.
I’m a total wreak. I’m an emotional roller coaster. But I’m getting better. (At hiding it or moving on, I haven’t decided yet.) My hands are better. The skin is thin and easily irritated, so no wire working for a while longer. But I have no excuse for not writing. I admit, I was very depressed about not being able to work and worried about our bills, but we’ve been blessed. A stocked pantry, a filled fridge, enough to cover our bills until the new school year begins. Despite the paranoia, the craziness and the sadness we are making it.
This year, for everyone I think, has officially been a horrible year. And we’re not even halfway through this. My birth month was tempered with a bad eczema reaction to the gloves I use at work and the supervisor’s paranoia about my hand having something to do with C19 – for this I was sent home early. The next day, schools were shut down. I’ve been out of work since March 13. Quarantine has been a blessing and a curse. My hands got SOOOO much worse. Blisters appeared, had to take steroids, haven’t been able to do much as the skin began to peel off. Watched the world go nuts, my beloved Uncle died and we can’t say goodbye.
I’m not worried about money (for now), unemployment insurance is still a process but I am blessed with loving family and friends. <sigh>
My hands are finally healing, but painfully as the dead skin has hardened and now cracking. Y’all be smart, be safe, and be considerate of others. Too much going on.
So my birthday was on the twelfth of March. Would’ve been great if this COVID-19 wasn’t wrecking havoc with everything and everyone. Don’t want to go anywhere and now can’t get paid due to the closing of schools. All we can do is pray.😷 Keep safe everyone.