Brace Yourself, The Man Cold Is Coming

Hiya friends, welcome back. So I just realized that I completely forgot to write a post last night for today…oops. I swear, when I’m finally feeling 100%, this will get back to normal. (I also think, somehow, I got all off track and I’m now writing in real time…interesting development.)

Let’s see, today was pretty good. I actually did some housework, and finished my homework. Hobbs had to work this morning, but last night I knew that wasn’t going to last long when he looked at me and asked, “Did this *gestures in my general vicinity* start out as a scratchy throat?” In that moment, I knew I was about to have a man baby on my hands. He was home by noon, and within fifteen minutes of walking in, was camped on the couch in his sweats.

Since he’s taken up residence on the couch, I’ve been cleaning and trying to get these germs outta here. The cleaning had two purposes. Remember I mentioned that me being sick caused me some major anxiety? It’s worse when Hobbs is sick. It stems from the same place. Y’know, the idea that getting sick equals dying, at least, I think it does. I mean, I’m no doctor but it’s my best guess. Which means cleaning becomes my focus task, because “a busy body can’t possibly panic”…well, it can but I can usually handle it better. I didn’t get too anxious or panicky today; I mean, there were some blips, but nothing too earth-shattering or meltdown inducing, so I call that a fucking win.

There’s no telling what tomorrow holds, but I’m figuring I should probably get some good sleep tonight, just in case. Which brings me to the end of this post, I apologize for the brevity but I promised Hobbs we’d watch Timeless tonight.

As usual, below are two numbers, the National Suicide Prevention Helpline, and the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) Treatment Referral Helpline, use them if you need them. See you lovely lot tomorrow.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

SAMHSA: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)