Good morning and thanks for joining me once again for another #Weekendcoffeeshare. Come on in and let’s have coffee. I’m sure there’s a pot brewing in the kitchen.
If we were having coffee, I would ask you about your first week of 2021. For me, it’s been pretty much the same. COVID is still around and it looks like it’s spiking again which has me worried now more than before since I ran out my prescription for hydroxychloroquine over a week ago. Now, my immune system is at risk because of my lupus.
As much as I want to head out and savor nature, I’m worried that anything can happen – skin rashes, fever, anything I am not in the mood for right now. My doctor messed up my prescription and forgot to update my records when I last saw her. If she or her nurse had been a little more meticulous, my prescription would say “take one tablet per day,” not “take one-half tablet per day.”
Good thing I have an appointment next Thursday and hopefully I can get my prescription straighten then. Until then, I have to be extra careful even though mom and family seem to think I’m invincible, bossing me around when I just want to stay home.
If we were having coffee, I wrote last week about how I predicted my week would be busy. I was sort of right. Emails popping up faster than I could answer and the phone calls, oh my goodness, I’m an introvert and those darn phone calls just about drove my already-noisy brain to the brink of insanity. 7 phone calls within 2 hours, yikes.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you even though I was busy with work and had to put everything else on the back burner, I couldn’t ignore the news around me. It’s been a crazy week for the country as well and part of me feels anxious regarding the uncertain future of the country. I heard some say a civil war is brewing while others say the world is about to end which has me worried. Will I have to learn to shoot a gun or learn to throw a knife soon?
2021 is beginning to feel like the darker sequel of 2020.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you something odd. I watched a movie last night. It was a variation to Cinderella. Five minutes into the movie, when the little girl was forced to move into the drafty attic of her aunt and uncle’s house, tears started streaming from my eyes. What’s happening? I haven’t cried for years and this is what gets my tears flowing?
I cried throughout the movie. I think it might be because I found it somewhat relatable even though none of my relatives treated me as bad as the aunt and uncle treated the girl in the movie. It’s still feels a little disbelieving that I couldn’t cry when mom and I have a fight but I bawl like a child just by watching a girl being condemned to the attic in a movie.
If we were having coffee, I would thank you again for having coffee and chatting with me and hope you will return and join me again next week.