[Dutch Lock Down Day Four Hundred Thirty Eight]
This morning I full on crashed.
Lashed out at my partner.
And then slept for hours.
In the midst of it, though, I reached out to the doctor’s office and told them I was Not Good ™.
Then, because I was asleep and didn’t answer their calls all morning, the doctor came over.
I love this country so much.
I really don’t want to move.
And I do.
But first the news:
- Rutte gets Janssen vaccine as bookings open for 1980s children
- More hospitals closing Covid wards as influx of patients decreases
- De Jonge: Everyone in the Netherlands can be fully vaccinated by September
Now that I’ve talked it out with the doctor, that my fluoxetine ran out a few days ago and I forgot to get a refill, that we’re moving to the States in July or August, that I started a new job, that being non-binary has been really fucking hard lately, and that I solo parented for eight days for three kids just a few days ago – well, I feel much better, but we’re still not out of the woods.
I need to eat.
And go pick up new fluoxetine.
And unpack that non-binary stuff.
And pack all our worldly goods to be shipped to America.
It’s a lot, but there’s a path forward and this morning, well, I didn’t see that path forward anymore.
And now I do.