My homemaker, the one I sent home two weeks ago and did not come last week, is not coming anymore, since it turns out she also works in a nursing home which also now has a case of covid-19. It can take up to two weeks for symptoms to appear, if they appear at all and you’re not just a walking contagion. Glad I sent her away two weeks ago. A different person is coming today to shop and take out trash.
Feeling really awful. Back, of course, and cannot take meds for it because of stomach problems cause by them, am hoping to get a roll-on lidocaine thing if the grocery store has it, otherwise I will have to order it from No-Longer-Amazing. Off balance, and have almost fallen over three times in the last couple of days. No idea why. Allergies effecting my equilibrium? Allergy season is no longer a season, but an all day, every day thing. Yay. Need to get twelve hour allergy pills. Also, the usual all-over fibro pain which has been playing up recently.
House is getting messier and messier, but I am just not capable of doing anything about it. Am struggling to keep up with dishes, and have reverted to ‘open box, eat contents’ meals, because cooking is not happening. God, I hate this. Especially since I was doing so well. Mother Nature hates when I do well, so it seems. Trying to think of ‘open box, eat contents’ things I can get in the shopping today. Fruit cups, yogurt, thinking is not going well at all. LOL
It’s weird about the alnost falling over, because I completely forget about it til it happens again, and then I remember oh yeah this happened yesterday, too. I try to be very aware of movement anyway, because right now I am pretty rickety thanks to the back thing, so watch where and how I step. Gertrude of course makes walking an obstacle course cause she just lies down right where I need to step.
I just wish this pandemic thing was over and I was a ‘normal’ person again, and I could get done what needs doing and why is life so hard sometimes? Yes, whiny Jean is in some pain and very whiny today. Sorry about that.











One of the most important things I have learned is probably the hardest, because social media is everywhere. The lesson is: Never Compare Yourself or Your Life to Anyone Else. Only compare yourself to yourself. Am I a better person than I was last year. Have I taken better care of myself than I used to? Have I worked at maintaining a good attitude in spite of setbacks. You know. That sort of thing. NOT: am I being as productive during the pandemic as all those people I see on social media? Am I as thin, smart, beautiful, popular as anybody else anywhere, because seriously, who gives a flying fuck? All we need to know is if we did better today than we did yesterday, and if not, how can we do better tomorrow? Better at being a good person, better at taking care of ourselves and those around us, better at being a good citizen. Those are the things that matter. That’s what I think, anyway. This comes down to little things, like ‘did I tip well the person who brought me my order?’. Did I treat the waitperson with respect and courtesy? Did I offer to help someone who needed it that moment, like someone having difficulty on the stairs or crossing the street or whatever? Was I just kind and courteous and generous and polite to all those I met today? These things are important, not only to the other person, but to our own sense of self, and who we are in the world. Selfish, self-centered, self-righteous. All those ‘self’ words are the ones to work at NOT being.



My back is becoming more and more of an issue every day. I am using my cane to hobble around, I am behind on everything. Dishes in the sink, vacuuming in bad need of being done, no cooking happening at all, it’s just all getting to be more and more of a mess. Keeping up with feed/water/litter box, because Miss G is utterly dependent upon me for her well-being, but my own is just not even getting consideration. I can’t. i can’t do this, I can’t do that. It’s very frustrating. I was doing so well, and Mother Nature never seems to like when that happens.
It’s also the reason I don’t like Oreos, too sickly sweet. Hydrox are my cookie. They were not available for a long time, but you can order them online now. Yay. They were actually the original chocolate sandwich cookie, but Oreo took over. Sugar is addictive, people. The sweeter it is, the more you want, the more you buy, the bigger the profit for the maker.
Today is the day Verizon FIOS, the worst customer service company in history, is supposed to auto deduct the three months of payment that it failed to deduct when it was supposed to. It’s on them. I have tried and tried and tried to resolve their failings, and now I just don’t care. Deduct, don’t deduct, shut me off. I can always go back to Comcast if they do. Not that Comcast is any better. My town once wanted to start it’s own internet provider, but somehow, it did not work out. Not sure why. We have a really good electric company, and our bills are much lower than any of the surrounding towns, and they would have been great to run an IP, I think. But no. 


