I’m…one of my big struggles is that I’m on a medication that reduces my appetite to almost nothing, and I eat almost nothing, and I’m enraging my SO by doing so. Everything tastes gross on this. The smell of my husband’s dinner right now is revolting. I can’t seem to get around it. Even junk food that I normally love tastes like wax and dust to me.
I absolutely have to be on it, but holy fuck it’s hard on my life.
I’m part of the management, so participation is voluntary. My union is not on strike, but is willing to support financially if one feels a need to participate.
Strike is political, so there is no specific group that would gain something.
Our current right wing gouvenment is on the leach of big corporations and is planning to severely neuter the union rights to strike. It’s gonna be a long spring.
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I had COVID the day after Christmas and still feeling crappy. Idk don’t know if this is nornal. Doctors can’t find anything wrong with me.
At this very moment I need to take a break from work to lie down and take a nap, I am completely out of energy. I had strong headaches yesterday the whole day.
I just need this to end, I want to have my life back.
Thanks me too. It’s very weird how long it’s taking for me to recover but I honestly think it’s my fault. I didn’t rest at all during the time I was already sick to the point I even moved some freaking furniture around. Now I am paying for it. I also talked with the person who I supposedly got it from and he had it much worse to the point he had pneumonia from it and he’s also not 100% yet. It might just be this new strain. That said, another doctor prescribed me a strong vitamin thing which is making me much better. This week I will also have another set of exams and etc, so I am crossing my fingers there will be progress and this will end.
I got laid off in early january, however I am getting a good settlement package, and have been to sveral interviews, so far I have rejected one position, and are working on others.
My car has a weird fault where if I drive it for long distances, then park and lock it it can quickly discharge the 12v battery and leave me stranded, getting that looked at next week, right now I feel like I can’t trust it, and keep wondering if it will unlock when I press the button. It is a 2021 Seat Leon so it feels strange that it has this fault so early in it’s life.
Well I started writing chapter 6 in my book. Cleaned up my sister’s place before she came home so I couldn’t work on my book today. And, my dad’s slowly getting better from his surgery and my mom isn’t hurting anymore. So, all in all, a lot better than I was this time last month.
It’s about two people trying to find each other after a mysterious, deadly fog rendered the outside inhospitable to people. Odd lights start to appear in the sky, rumors of people made of light, and an otherworldly bell ringing in the air causing some survivors to lose control of their bodies are just some of the obstacles that get in the way of the two survivors trying to reunite with one another.
Pretty lucky. Let go from a bad job that had downsizing. Got a better job. Moved in with my partner. She loves my kitties. Very fortunate and grateful. It’s been very bad, so this is something I’d never expected.
As the saying goes, there will be ups and there will be downs. Remember that it will go back up, even when it seems like it will only be down. It’s hard to do, but please try.
My boyfriend is getting more and more frequent panic attacks. He’s at the end of his rope. I’m trying to get him therapy, but it took almost a year to convince him to let me sign him up for some. Today they contacted him to schedule an appointment…for a month from now. And he panicked about it so badly that he started sobbing at the end of his workday (while still at work).
He can’t afford therapy, so I offered to pay. Which makes him feel guilty. His constant anxiety is keeping him from getting help for his constant anxiety. It’s only going to get worse. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
I just realized I didn’t directly answer your question: terrible.
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