@Dino Congratulations!
I’m okay this week, alive but pretty sad because I had a falling out with a group of friends who decided that because I’m not religious, I no longer get to be a part of their social circle. So I’m dealing with some rejection, grief, and loss. I’d conscientiously invested quite a bit of time and energy with them over the past three months - outside, masked, and distanced, of course. I’ve had so many hurtful experiences socializing in UT that I’m starting to feel it’s best to be a hermit - but I’m an extrovert!
My new dream job is giving me insane anxiety attacks because the two owners insist on in-person meetings, and despite local laws, they refuse to wear masks. COVID cases here have skyrocketed since kids went back to school in-person. These two guys each have two kids in high school, and it’s proven that kids that age are the least responsible mask wearers and therefore, are superspreaders. So these guys are at high risk of being infected. I’m going to have to risk losing my job by telling them I can’t meet with them in-person any more. I can’t expose myself because I have multiple preexisting conditions, as do my elderly parents whom I care for. I’m really disappointed in these owners because of their lax attitude about COVID. I’d rather keep my life than keep my job. I wish I didn’t have to make that choice. So now I’m sad about this, too.
Every year since 2012, I’ve enthusiastically volunteered at the voting polls. It’s one of my favorite experiences in life to see democracy at work, right before my eyes. I love love love to help. But now that the number of COVID cases have skyrocketed so steeply in the past 2-3 weeks here, I don’t think I can handle exposing myself to umpteen strangers for the longgggggg shift from 5:30 a.m. - 10:30 p.m. I wish we could put the voting machines outside (if it’s not raining or snowing) but they won’t let us do that because it’s not as secure of an environment; someone could run up and steal a machine and it’s voting record, or something. If it’s inside it’s easy to have one cop at the door to keep the machines and people safe. So now I’m thinking I have to cancel that “job,” too, which makes me really sad, because this is the most important election in my life to date.
And then there are the two dental extraction/implants I need. I’m so terrified by the idea of having massive screws drilled into my skull that I’m trying to ignore the reality but in reality doing so just keeps me trapped in the anxiety. Having to pay $6,800 up front is a fresh hell. Having these rotten teeth feels like a big blow to my self-esteem because I’ve taken excellent care of my teeth since I was a teenager. The medication Ditropan did this to my teeth and I don’t deserve this rotten mess. People who smoke drugs and don’t brush and floss deserve rotten teeth; not me.
So I’ve had a long week of disappointments. I did do some retail therapy on Thursday, and got 2.5 new work/event outfits on clearance at Dillard’s for $110, a *great* deal for fine clothing. Hardly anyone was in the store, so I felt safe, COVID-wise.
I’m excited for tonight because a swift storm will move through, at last breaking the record heat wave we’ve been trapped under for several months. Hopefully it will blow out the ugly and suffocating smoke from the CA and NV wildfires that gets trapped in the valleys here - trapped because we’re surrounded by massive mountains. The smoke has been so thick that it’s hard to even see a profile of the mountains right now, which is very creepy indeed - I live actually on the bottom of the mountain (that I haven’t been able to see). Unfortunately this storm will do nothing to alleviate the severe drought conditions, because it’s only bringing a trace of rain. We’ve had no significant precipitation since June 15th. Usually we have thunderstorms throughout the summer; but not so this summer. By now we’ve usually had the first snowstorm! It’s so dry here this wretchedly hot year that the typically bright autumn leaves are just brown and parched instead, singed by the record-breaking heat. The ground is no longer dirt; it’s dust. I’m so sick of the overwhelming heat so I look forward to tomorrow morning’s refreshing cool air. The temperature drop between today’s high and tomorrow’s high will be 30’F - FINALLY!
I’m changing antidepressants/ADHD meds right now, switching from Cymbalta back to Strattera. Doing so is a tenuous process that will take 2-3 months when I wish it could happen overnight. Cymbalta caused weight gain and anxiety, which is so disappointing because it worked wonders on my back pain. I’m not sure I can function without that back pain relief. I’ve been taking Cymbalta for 5.8 years. It’s a great antidepressant but the accompanying anxiety actually made my depression worse, overall - I think. I won’t know until I’m all the way off the Cymbalta. It will be 4-6 weeks before I really notice any change. I took Strattera for nine years in L.A. and I was at my happiest (I think that was mostly just L.A.!) so I’m trying it again in case it’s better than Cymbalta. Hopefully my spirits don’t plummet in this process. Cymbalta is an SNRI while Strattera is only an NRI, so I am losing a component of the antidepressant cocktail there. I may add some Wellbutrin in Dec/Jan, depending on how the Strattera pans out.
That’s “The News From Lake [Salty City].”