you dream about going up dere

I think it'll be close to a year before I get "Unda Da Sea" out of my head.

First day back at work, we only have 60 patients, and everything has changed. I can't touch or get close to my coworkers, have to sit six feet away, have to get my temperature taken when I come in. It's an introvert's wet dream. I've been told that the vibes have been 'different' around here, which is ominous because we're a pretty harmonious place to work.

I didn't get a chance to really blog at length while in Florida since our plans got all fugabooed and I barely had a moment to myself. Lacey didn't end up coming so that kind of sucked, and I was totally depressed when they closed Disney, and then the whole virus thing shot into the stratosphere while we were there, meanwhile we're at this beautiful resort with people buying shit and vacationing and swimming and it was like being in a very strange bubble.

It started getting real near the end, though. The Disney people were giving us free food and cookies and there was no one on the road while we were going here and there. I came home with a shit-ton of swag and had to mail three boxes home, two of which arrived yesterday. It's so fucking hot in my apartment that I had to get off of the plane and immediately go to Walmart and get a box fan, which helps but it's still unbearable. Dyed my hair back to chocolate cherry and sat around and watched TV yesterday waiting on my stuff so I could bring Sid and Lacey's stuff back to them and go get Jack, who gained some weight while he was hanging out with his dad. He got home and immediately started panting, so tonight means a cool bath.

I have food but still going to go to Walmart and try to get some stuff, I'm not sure what's going to happen in the next few days but one thing's for sure-it's not going to be good or fun. I may have to go somewhere else because the thought of sitting boxed up in that hellmouth is more than I can take. I may get another box fan today if I can, a really good one. If it's this bad in March I'm not looking forward to summer.

My cough is pretty much gone which is awesome but annoying since I coughed my ass off throughout Disney. I went to the MD yesterday to get cleared for work and he ordered a ZPak but I guess the pharmacy was closed because I never got a text. I have enough OTC to see me through at home. I may want to save that ZPak. God only knows what's going to happen.

Well, at least this means I can get off my ass and organize my apartment a little. My closet is a nightmare. Maybe can get some writing done but first I need to get this fucking AC issue fixed. I had to do some amateur plumbing the other day (which basically means I got a lot of Liquid Plumbr) and fixed my bathtub drain, and I still have pictures to do. I may get out of here a little early since we're moving our patients up (no doubles, which means scheduling is going to be a bitch and a half) so we'll see how today goes. It's totally surreal being back in reality, especially this reality. I have to go and make my grocery list and see if I can scrounge up anything from Walmart. I just realized I still have the same laundry detergent I bought when I moved in, which is weird. Going to attempt to get my apartment together tonight if I can take the heat, do some laundry, wash my sheets and what have you.

Going to be trying to set up some video chatting with everyone so we don't go batshit crazy. I was trying to plan a tubing trip before all of this happened, now who knows what's going down?

I'm still in emotion switch off mode, which is just as well because this is not really a time to be going through a bunch of soul searching.

Back to reality. What a strange reality it is.

-Rae