I’m lucky that mainly through this I’ve been in the green. I’m very happy in my own company, I can work at least 95% effectively from home, I have a dining room I can dedicate to work, I get plenty of sleep because no more 50 mile round trip to work, my very old dog (16 on 5th January!) has company all day and can get a fusses on tap.
More recently I would say I’m edging into the yellow. It all seems closer and more threatening now – probably because I know people who have had it, I even know someone who was recently in intensive care with it. It feels like a sinister stranger luring round every corner.
But mostly I’m lucky still, in that my mental health and personal situation are both excellent. I do count my blessings, I know that’s a far cry from a lot of people’s experience. A far cry from yours, I know.
Sometimes I feel like I’m complaining without real cause since I do still have a roof over my head and food in the cupboard (for now) largely thanks to help received from friends. Probably without the financial stress I would be yellow, or even green. In fact, using my superduper living in denial skillz I can often spend days being quite green-yellow but then wake up in the middle of the night full on orange-red. And never getting enough sleep is not helping things.
Love that your old pup is getting fusses on tap! Ah… we’ll get through this. xx
I’m somewhere between yellow and orange, depending on the day. Hell, I’ve been in the yellow since Orange Asshole was elected. Because I knew we’d end up in a mess of these proportions. For the first time since the Cuban Missile Crisis (I was in grade school, and it was three years before I slept right at night) I worry about not surviving the historical event I’m seeing unfold. It’s a big deal when I wake up without a headache from clenching my teeth. I mean, I literally feel myself squeezing my eyes shut unless I make a conscious effort to relax my face and just sleep. And I can’t do the thing I love best, shove around a pile of weights far too large to be available anywhere except a public gym. I don’t know who I am any more.
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I’m lucky that mainly through this I’ve been in the green. I’m very happy in my own company, I can work at least 95% effectively from home, I have a dining room I can dedicate to work, I get plenty of sleep because no more 50 mile round trip to work, my very old dog (16 on 5th January!) has company all day and can get a fusses on tap.
More recently I would say I’m edging into the yellow. It all seems closer and more threatening now – probably because I know people who have had it, I even know someone who was recently in intensive care with it. It feels like a sinister stranger luring round every corner.
But mostly I’m lucky still, in that my mental health and personal situation are both excellent. I do count my blessings, I know that’s a far cry from a lot of people’s experience. A far cry from yours, I know.
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Sometimes I feel like I’m complaining without real cause since I do still have a roof over my head and food in the cupboard (for now) largely thanks to help received from friends. Probably without the financial stress I would be yellow, or even green. In fact, using my superduper living in denial skillz I can often spend days being quite green-yellow but then wake up in the middle of the night full on orange-red. And never getting enough sleep is not helping things.
Love that your old pup is getting fusses on tap! Ah… we’ll get through this. xx
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I’m somewhere between yellow and orange, depending on the day. Hell, I’ve been in the yellow since Orange Asshole was elected. Because I knew we’d end up in a mess of these proportions. For the first time since the Cuban Missile Crisis (I was in grade school, and it was three years before I slept right at night) I worry about not surviving the historical event I’m seeing unfold. It’s a big deal when I wake up without a headache from clenching my teeth. I mean, I literally feel myself squeezing my eyes shut unless I make a conscious effort to relax my face and just sleep. And I can’t do the thing I love best, shove around a pile of weights far too large to be available anywhere except a public gym. I don’t know who I am any more.
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