Monday Coffee Rambling

I did today’s Tarot prompt TODAY. And yesterday’s actually yesterday. That feels weird because I’ve been running a day ahead on my blog and the Tarot challenge all month. Here’s the link. I talk a lot about Marie Laveau and why I identify more with her as a high priestess card than I do with other, more traditional representations. I may say some bitey things about the modern New Age community. I do not apologize.

My wife left yesterday to drive back to work. She is the most miserable, picky little thing when she’s getting ready to go. There’s moments when I want to put her over my knee. I close the door after she’s left and say “Ok kitties, reeeeelaaaaax” They’re all like that, though. Everyone I know that’s married to someone in Local 1249 tells the same story - big sigh of relief when they get their stressed arses out the door.

Next week I get my second shot. I’m hoping it’s not like the first one. My arm was swollen up, painful, and hotter than hell for 8 days. For about 4 days I felt exactly like I did when I had covid  I am aware that I can not get the virus from mRNA. I say that because when I’ve said out loud that I felt like I had Covid again, people have jumped up to “educate” me. I am saying that for 4 days I was very sick. My specialist is an immunologist and he feels that my reaction is because I already had covid and have a lot of antibodies already. Maybe he told me that to make me feel better, HA. I don’t know. I do know that as my appointment grows near, I am not enthusiastic to go because everyone talks about how much WORSE the second shot is. I want to be one of those people that brags about how they were just little tired, but I always have such strong reactions to vaccines. I should have anticipated this the last time.

I stopped watching the news months ago. I got so sick of watching the media manipulate statistics and my blood boils when I watch the politicians play divide and conquer with the people. So I’ll shut up now and move on to ramble about something else.

There’s a tiktok channel that pops up on my fyp now and then. I don’t remember what it’s called but this woman makes “Minnesota salads that aren’t salads” Sone of them are horrifyingly bizarre, most of them will make your pancreas run screaming from your body. I’ve eaten most of them, because the culture of Southern Manitoba is very much the same as Minnesota and North Dakota. You haven’t lived until you’ve had a 3000 calorie serving of a jello monstrosity packed with every type of processed fruit and industrial sugar known to man. You know it’s been a good potluck when you can hear the pretty colours.

My relative that’s being treated for bipolar disorder - I’m going to start calling her M - because calling her relative that’s being treated for bipolar disorder has shitty cadence and well, you know, it seems quite impolite. She filled my inbox with text messages all weekend about how she can’t have caffeine because it interacts with something she’s taking and she had an iced coffee for the first time in weeks and isn’t sure if she had a bad trip or she’s just unused to caffeine now but she’s going to create and market a line of decaf iced coffee and everyone will love it and -

HOLY SHITBALLS

I got anxiety reading her texts because I can imagine her saying these things in person, at light speed, barely breathing, and wound up like a spin top.

I think maybe her meds need to be adjusted? I don’t know? Part of me wants to be supportive so I sent her resources from the State of NY relating to food production businesses. Then there’s that part of me that rolls my eyes at all the other parts and says, “Really? She’s off the fucking deep end. Again.”

My wife saw my face as I read through the texts and so I showed them to her. “NOPE!! No no no! When she ends up living in her car again, she can’t come here. I did that before I met you and no. Not again. Tell her to call her doctor because if you don’t I will, and you’re nicer about this stuff than I am.” She walked down the hall with her hands in the air saying “Nope nopity nope. It’s time for someone else to step up.”

Today I’ve got food to prep. Bagels found their way home with me the other day. I’ve been eating a lot of carbs again, but at least I’m getting all that bloody water into me. Winter returned so I still exercise indoors. Hopefully in May it will be consistently not shitty out and I’ll be walking again. Snow removal isn’t great around here and there’s a lack of sidewalks so it makes for interesting times as a pedestrian.

And now my coffee cup is empty so it’s time to do the things!