Here’s what happened in my life over the past week:
- I had a chat with a Happiness Engineer after being randomly unfollowed from Melissa‘s blog for the fourth time. It turns out that they’re aware that there’s a bug that’s doing this, and they’re working on tracking it down. I was expecting to be told that I must have accidentally unfollowed her without realizing, so it was good to hear they actually know there’s a problem. Whether it get’s fixed is a whole other can of tuna, but we shall see.
- I’m a bit of a dinosaur, in that I type two spaces after a period. In fact, as a blogger at Cult of Pedagogy says, “Nothing Says Over 40 Like Two Spaces after a Period!” I learned to type in grade 2, and I used to type about 80 words per minute, although I’m probably a bit slower now. There’s no thinking with typing; the fingers just do their thing. However, I’ve decided that it’s time to drag myself into this decade (century?) and just do the one space thing. It’s hard to change dinosaur ways.
- I guess I didn’t have quite long enough a course of the antibiotics, because pneumonia symptoms started to reappear on Sunday. On Monday I called the clinic, and luckily I was able to talk to the same doctor as last time, and he didn’t put up a fuss about ordering another week, which was refreshing. I’m now cough-free again.
- I got my first COVID shot (Pfizer) yesterday. I’m very slow-moving because of my depression, and people are weird about that. I got several “are you okay”. I guess the nurse doing my shot didn’t think my answer was consistent with looking weird, so she asked if I was feeling anxious, in a tone like she was talking to a child. Fuck off bitch and get this over with already.
- I stumbled across something rather odd—the narcissistic abuse internet phenomenon has borrowed the psychiatric term “word salad” but completely misinterpreted what it means. Word salad is speech that’s so disorganized and illogical that it’s totally meaningless, like if you put a bunch of random words in a bowl and give them a good tossing. That might sound like “reeling ceiling my purple plaster plowed earrings into bushwhacks sacks house.” It sometimes occurs as part of psychosis, but people have to be pretty darn sick for that to make an emergence. The narcissistic abuse people interpret illogical very loosely and equate word salad to “narc speak” that misleads and evades, and they consider it a form of gaslighting. Seriously, people, find your own words and quit borrowing psychiatry’s words that you don’t understand!
Whenever I put Casper back in her cage, she likes to get her luscious hair back the way she wants it. She does this with a jump and fluff. She does this every time, without fail. Sometimes she’ll do it twice, like she does here with the mini jump and fluff followed by the full size, but most of the time, she just does one full-size. I love her hair.
How has your week been?