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shadowkatSo, I bought some CBD Chill Tea- mint flavored, 16 mg (or so it said) from Harney & Sons (at a local health food store). Brought it with me to work today - it was quite tasty, minty.
Except for one small problem - by the time I was ready to commute home? I was feeling a tad off. Sweating profusely. Cold and clammy. Slightly dizzy, not enough to faint. Or woozy. Like I'd had a severe drop in blood sugar.
And the commute was from hell...
The first part was okay, just seemed to take forever for the train to come.
But it did. And I dosed. Got off, walked to the second train, feeling increasingly off, or woozy, got there...and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited some more. Also the platform got more and more crowded (as it often does if you've been waiting a while). It was 4:58 pm. I'd been waiting since 4:35pm. The electronic board stated the train would arrive in five minutes - it had been stating that since 4:35pm. I checked my "In Transit" App (which by the way is the best transit app - and far more useful than the MTA's - it's put out by a private company and gives up to date information, and details. Also covers everything including ubers.)
Anyhow, it informed me that "due to signal issues at Church Avenue, there were significant delays in both directions. And G trains weren't running past Bedford -Nostrand Avenue. The F was running on the D line." (I was five-ten stops south of Bedford-Nostrand and my stop was not on the D line.) So I high-tailed it out of there, still feeling very woozy, and walked the three blocks back to Atlantic Avenue Terminal, down ten flights of steps, and onto the Q platform. Got on the Q (an old yellow and orange bucket seat train (apparently they do have a few still in operation) )and had to stand until the first stop, when I got a seat. Which would have been fine - except there was a woman with no mask, standing near me, laughing her head off, and spitting as she did so everywhere. So, I curled into myself, and prayed I wouldn't faint anytime soon. Fortunately she got off two stops later, and I got off two stops after she did.
The Q is outside on a lower level, almost an outdoor tunnel of sorts. With huge walls framing it, and the houses staring down from above. When it stopped at Beverly Road - and I disembarked - I had to climb three steep flights of steps, and narrow ones at that, all outside, then through a turn-stile and through the station proper. Once outside, I walked with a bunch of other people, pushing and shoving their way past for about six blocks, until they melted away (down various side-streets), and I walked by myself (for the most part) for the next six or seven blocks, across busy streets, and finally home. The whole way feeling kind of off or woozy.
Got home around 5:33 pm. Immediately drank some celery juice (it's a combo of juices), and had a piece of chocolate, prior to changing clothes. I was soaking wet.
Took a while to feel better. But I finally did by about 9pm.
Mother and I decided it had to be the CBD, whatever they put in the tea with it - did not agree with me, or it was a more intense brand than I was accustomed. While I can have some mild forms of CBD, I can't have THC at all or anything too potent - without feeling woozy.
**
On Twitter...someone posted that "lots of girls find serial killer shows comforting or true crime.."
Interesting. I find romance novels, Bridgerton, Julia, and cooking demonstrations comforting.
Of course I'm prone to anxiety - so that may explain it.
Mother: I get it. I could never get into Criminal Minds - I'd burned out on the whole serial killer thing.
Me: I couldn't watch Criminal Minds - the second episode turned me off. Want to know why? The second episode featured a rapist who put women in a coffin with spiders, the spiders would paralyze them, and then he'd rape them.
Mother: What? Oh dear god.
Me: I couldn't get past the spiders. That was it for me. I decided I didn't need to watch that. (Well also the rape, I can't watch sexual violence any longer on television - it's why I can't watch Outlander.)
Mother: I never even tried it. I burned out on serial killers and was never really into it. I read Red Dragon and Silence of the Lambs, which were good, but after a while..
ME: It's an overdone trope.
I'm guessing people who like this sort of thing are either not prone to anxiety or not the same types of anxieties that I am?
***
Informed Project Manager - that I was going to wear a mask throughout the site tour on Thursday. And would prefer that we don't have a crowded vehicle. Also, if anyone gave me any troubles about it - I'd leave and we would not have a site tour. (There's nothing I can do about everyone else.)
Project Manager: The most important part is we find a great place to have lunch.
ME: Can you just drop me back at the office first? With my dietary restrictions and the whole COVID thing...
Project Manager (who is trying not to sound disappointed): Yeah, we can do that.
***
Mother informed me that her hairstylist came down with COVID (she's triple vaxxed and everything) but she went to Nashville - and it was crowded, with lots of folks traveling, most not wearing masks, the planes were packed, and well she got COVID. And was really sick with it - in bed for a few weeks, but thankful that she'd been vaccinated or it would have been a lot worse.
Sigh.
You ever feel like the world is constantly trying to kill us? That is when we're not trying to do it.
***
Just..listened to this song by Sand Sheff (former housemate and college buddy, although we've not stayed in touch) today...
Last Night - it's kind of a flip on the affair song, with the woman trying to gently tell the guy off.
And here's the guy I dated in college's album containing Long Journey
I wasn't really into country-western until I ran into them. Although they also loved folk music - and sing and play it.
Currently listening to... Come and Get Your Love by RedBone - it's from the Guardians of the Galaxy 1 Soundtrack.
Except for one small problem - by the time I was ready to commute home? I was feeling a tad off. Sweating profusely. Cold and clammy. Slightly dizzy, not enough to faint. Or woozy. Like I'd had a severe drop in blood sugar.
And the commute was from hell...
The first part was okay, just seemed to take forever for the train to come.
But it did. And I dosed. Got off, walked to the second train, feeling increasingly off, or woozy, got there...and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited some more. Also the platform got more and more crowded (as it often does if you've been waiting a while). It was 4:58 pm. I'd been waiting since 4:35pm. The electronic board stated the train would arrive in five minutes - it had been stating that since 4:35pm. I checked my "In Transit" App (which by the way is the best transit app - and far more useful than the MTA's - it's put out by a private company and gives up to date information, and details. Also covers everything including ubers.)
Anyhow, it informed me that "due to signal issues at Church Avenue, there were significant delays in both directions. And G trains weren't running past Bedford -Nostrand Avenue. The F was running on the D line." (I was five-ten stops south of Bedford-Nostrand and my stop was not on the D line.) So I high-tailed it out of there, still feeling very woozy, and walked the three blocks back to Atlantic Avenue Terminal, down ten flights of steps, and onto the Q platform. Got on the Q (an old yellow and orange bucket seat train (apparently they do have a few still in operation) )and had to stand until the first stop, when I got a seat. Which would have been fine - except there was a woman with no mask, standing near me, laughing her head off, and spitting as she did so everywhere. So, I curled into myself, and prayed I wouldn't faint anytime soon. Fortunately she got off two stops later, and I got off two stops after she did.
The Q is outside on a lower level, almost an outdoor tunnel of sorts. With huge walls framing it, and the houses staring down from above. When it stopped at Beverly Road - and I disembarked - I had to climb three steep flights of steps, and narrow ones at that, all outside, then through a turn-stile and through the station proper. Once outside, I walked with a bunch of other people, pushing and shoving their way past for about six blocks, until they melted away (down various side-streets), and I walked by myself (for the most part) for the next six or seven blocks, across busy streets, and finally home. The whole way feeling kind of off or woozy.
Got home around 5:33 pm. Immediately drank some celery juice (it's a combo of juices), and had a piece of chocolate, prior to changing clothes. I was soaking wet.
Took a while to feel better. But I finally did by about 9pm.
Mother and I decided it had to be the CBD, whatever they put in the tea with it - did not agree with me, or it was a more intense brand than I was accustomed. While I can have some mild forms of CBD, I can't have THC at all or anything too potent - without feeling woozy.
**
On Twitter...someone posted that "lots of girls find serial killer shows comforting or true crime.."
Interesting. I find romance novels, Bridgerton, Julia, and cooking demonstrations comforting.
Of course I'm prone to anxiety - so that may explain it.
Mother: I get it. I could never get into Criminal Minds - I'd burned out on the whole serial killer thing.
Me: I couldn't watch Criminal Minds - the second episode turned me off. Want to know why? The second episode featured a rapist who put women in a coffin with spiders, the spiders would paralyze them, and then he'd rape them.
Mother: What? Oh dear god.
Me: I couldn't get past the spiders. That was it for me. I decided I didn't need to watch that. (Well also the rape, I can't watch sexual violence any longer on television - it's why I can't watch Outlander.)
Mother: I never even tried it. I burned out on serial killers and was never really into it. I read Red Dragon and Silence of the Lambs, which were good, but after a while..
ME: It's an overdone trope.
I'm guessing people who like this sort of thing are either not prone to anxiety or not the same types of anxieties that I am?
***
Informed Project Manager - that I was going to wear a mask throughout the site tour on Thursday. And would prefer that we don't have a crowded vehicle. Also, if anyone gave me any troubles about it - I'd leave and we would not have a site tour. (There's nothing I can do about everyone else.)
Project Manager: The most important part is we find a great place to have lunch.
ME: Can you just drop me back at the office first? With my dietary restrictions and the whole COVID thing...
Project Manager (who is trying not to sound disappointed): Yeah, we can do that.
***
Mother informed me that her hairstylist came down with COVID (she's triple vaxxed and everything) but she went to Nashville - and it was crowded, with lots of folks traveling, most not wearing masks, the planes were packed, and well she got COVID. And was really sick with it - in bed for a few weeks, but thankful that she'd been vaccinated or it would have been a lot worse.
Sigh.
You ever feel like the world is constantly trying to kill us? That is when we're not trying to do it.
***
Just..listened to this song by Sand Sheff (former housemate and college buddy, although we've not stayed in touch) today...
Last Night - it's kind of a flip on the affair song, with the woman trying to gently tell the guy off.
And here's the guy I dated in college's album containing Long Journey
I wasn't really into country-western until I ran into them. Although they also loved folk music - and sing and play it.
Currently listening to... Come and Get Your Love by RedBone - it's from the Guardians of the Galaxy 1 Soundtrack.
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Date: 2022-04-13 05:02 pm (UTC)Mother had a total hip replacement in August - it took longer, and was more difficult. But it was also more intensive. The hip is more problematic, because you can't drive at all - when it's out. Knee you can actually move around on, and more mobile.
She was immobile for all of 2021, until they did a total hip conversion replacement - they had to remove a rod that had been put in previously. Age also may be a factor? Mother is turning 80 this year. We figure the knee will be healed by July.
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Date: 2022-04-14 02:53 pm (UTC)