Plague Diary

At least I remembered my pills with my coffee today. So there's that. The downside is I had the little container full of pills with me for at least a firkin week. Forgotten every single time I was out and needed to take them. Yay.

I need to get back onto the anxiety meds I've run out of. They're non-prescription and specialised so it's a bit of a slog to get them seen to. And, of course, ex$pen$ive.

And speaking of getting things seen to... I need to ring Evergreen and book in Monday for the Next Available Day Home. I need to ring the council since they haven't emailed me back about the cats. And I need to go shopping at some point for a few little bits and bobs. Small things, but needed things all the same.

I also need to make certain I'm legal to look at firearms. Which means searching the mail for the relevant paperwork. Hooray.

And I also need to dig out my new HCF card from the mail pile as well.

I am already a busy bean and I'm not even home from Mayhem's work run yet. It's stuff like this that peaks my anxiety and drains all my action economy before I even begin the day. Just knowing what needs must be done by me and me alone tends to evaporate my soul.

I'll deal with it the same way I deal with everything. One baby step at a time, and hanging desperately on until I get to a point where I can firkin RELAX.

Tomorrow, I'm dealing with Miss Chaos' NDIS nonsense. Friday, I'm getting my Problem Foot seen to. Saturday's parkrun and Sunday's the game night... and on Monday, I'm dealing with a problem involving the sullage system and neighbours. If I can get hold of the sullage people and book it in that early.

I shall attempt, in the middle of all of this noise, to be a force for positivity and joy on the internet. For all the good it's doing me. (grumble grumble)

Let's start with telling a story.