Dutch Lock Down Day Twelve

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Today I SUPER crashed and by super crashed I mean instead of taking a shower or doing yin yoga or studying languages, I laid down in the bed and didn’t get up again until 1830 local.

But first, the news:

I found out last night that I got the date for my grandma’s funeral wrong.

It was today.

Not Saturday.

Today at 1000 UTC+4.

1500 local time.

Apparently that was too much for the depression and stress and such and I just laid back down and fell right the fuck asleep.

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I woke up a few times today, sweating and feeling feverish, but I think that was because it was a glorious fifteen degrees and also #PERIMENOPAUSE and also sleeping in a depression induced fetal position without moving.

Every time I woke up, I thought, “hey, I should take my temperature” and then my brain would freak the fuck out about what THAT implies and I would fall back asleep.

See, when I’m extremely stressed, like WOAH stressed, I sleep.

Even now, after I slept ALL DAY, I’m having trouble staying awake.

I watched ONE video from the funeral.

ONE.

So, yeah, today SUCKED, but now that the funeral is over and that stressor is passed and, yeah, I totally took my temperature and it’s 36.5.

Also no coughing, no digestion issues, nothing except the depression symptoms.

Now that the funeral is over and the only stressor is the pandemic, I think I’ll be okay.

How’re you all, Fellow Warriors?