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[Naturegirl1999]

Font, not find. Why does autocorrupt only work when it doesn’t need to? Well now it realizes autocorrupt is a word

[None]

Please don't be a migraine, please don't be a migraine...

Edit: I think it was not! I got off easy today.

[Great Order]

Amazon package got lost in the mail. Probably.

On the bright side, I got a refund so if it gets un-lost I'll have got the stuff for free.

[Dunamisdeos]

Who was delivering it

[Great Order]

No idea.

Tick bit me last night, I think it dropped off something onto my bed, probably my jeans from when I went on a walk the other night. Of course, getting to sleep after that was difficult because I was paranoid that every crawling sensation was another tick.

[Naturegirl1999]

Did you manage to get it all out?

[Great Order]

Yeah, we've got some tick removal hooks that we got for the cat. Works far better on people because we don't try to squirm away from you.

All that's left was a dent, and now a slightly itchy raised area. Obviously gonna have to keep an eye out for a rash and flu-like symptoms over the next few weeks, but I think I got it pretty shortly after it had bitten me because it wasn't engorged at all and came out easily.

[Frumple]

New personal purgatorial hell: Keeping an elderly with dementia and perinnial itching from disconnecting their vitals monitoring wires, for hours.

Today. Today was shit.

[Caz]

New personal purgatorial hell: Keeping an elderly with dementia and perinnial itching from disconnecting their vitals monitoring wires, for hours.

Today. Today was shit.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

[Rolan7]

I'm so sorry.  When I had to sit with my grandma a month or so ago...

What I don't like to think about is that she was almost herself again, when I was with her during the day.  As if the encouraged activities of the full nursing home actually brought her back.  She was remembering things she *never* remembered when I visited her in assisted living.  She had grown so private and paranoid and delusional.  Maybe it's genetic.

Of course, at night, she was confused again.  And I was happy to be there, dozing off in a chair, hearing her speak nonsense into the dark.  (Why did they put a bright blue light in every damn room!?  The LED of what I assume is a wireless access point...)

And sure enough.  Every since that time, I've suffered from bouts of full-on dementia.  A week of fever, sure, but worse than that.  Just... trying to sleep, and shifting between reality and dream and not knowing which is which.
(I blame Covid, I had an extreme fever I had to douse with cold showers and broth, but it stuck with me- the first vaccine dose seemed to help some-)
I just need more REM sleep, probably.  And I've come a long way to restoring a schedule for that which doesn't involve day-"dreams".

But my grandmother on my other side had waking nightmares too, much earlier.

...Thankfully, the gma I looked after didn't try to pull out her IV during that night.  Only in the evening, and she listened to me, and recognized me as her grandchild.  Recognized me.  When I stayed with her before, for weeks, she hadn't known who I was at all.

So yeah she's sometimes herself with better care.
after I wrote her off as gone, which itself was horrible when she was *still there* just trapped in nightmares.
This should probably be a personal DM of commiseration, but I muddled my way through delusions today, so it isn't.

[Great Order]

Had a good climb at the wall yesterday. I know because I left it feeling pretty energetic and happy, which is especially nice given my current depression.

Today I'm suffering. My triceps and back feel fucked, and a muscle in my side's killing me now.

[Grim Portent]

I continue to be surprised at how much I hate the new dog. I've taken to avoiding contact with it as much as possible, which more or less means that as soon as someone else is home I retreat to my room and leave it to be their problem. During the day I barely interact with it other than to feed it or take it outside to try and get it to go to the toilet somewhere other than indoors. Unfortunately this has not stopped it from becoming attached to me, and it's clumsy attempts at affection are infuriating.

The cat is no longer comfortable in most rooms of the house. Specifically there are only two rooms in which she is comfortable, my room and my brother and SiLs room which the dog is not allowed in. In every other room the cat immediately goes on edge and starts to respond negatively to physical contact, sometimes to the point of violence. Due to the layout of the house this means the cat is basically unable to reach any rooms she feels comfy in as all the rooms by which she can enter the house are now tainted by dog smell.

The dog has also become increasingly vocal since we got it, and it's noises are like needles being rammed into my brain.

[Vector]

This should probably be a personal DM of commiseration, but I muddled my way through delusions today, so it isn't.

Sweetie, go to the doctor right away and tell them what's going on. This is one of those things you shouldn't wait to just go away.

[Frumple]

Folks, let me give any prospective home owners, builders, or furnishers the best goddamn advice you will ever get: Build that shit like you're an invalid right from the fucking start. Ramps going in, rails for your toilet and (easily accessed!) shower, bed you can put your feet right on the floor from and can trivially get to the mattress to change coverings, the whole bloody nine yards.

You do not want to try to correct for that shit or try to function without while you're in the middle of turning disabled or having to care for someone that is. You do not want this. Build or select your shit to account for it before it happens.

[Vector]

I am glad to confirm that my parents are doing this.