I had my physical yesterday. I really didn't want to go just yet but the Dr's office is proactive in contacting me to schedule one if I put it off. My weight is as high as it's ever been (all gained since November ;-() and my blood sugar was high (thanks, Covid and menopause) but everything else was ok. My Dr. was ok with it. In this weird year, staying up to date on all my routine stuff (gyn, dentist, eye, mammogram, vaccinations, etc) and not catching Covid are enough.
I went through a month of serious demotivation. You'd think that getting vaccinated would help, but it didn't. Perhaps I let my emotional guard down too early. I couldn't get my shit together to write a simple report and had little motivation to cook, exercise, or give a shit and I had zero willpower against junk food, hence the weight gain. All my surge capacity was depleted about 6 months ago. I muddled through by getting stuff in at the last minute. No one seemed to notice, perhaps since many of them are going through something similar.
Sewing is my pandemic hobby, or perhaps buying fabric, patterns and supplies is actually my hobby. I enjoy the meditative mindfulness that I have when I am making something. My brain is working just enough to keep me from thinking about other stuff and I can get into happy hyperfocus mode. It reminds me of doing chemistry back in grad school, where I didn't have everyone coming to ask me questions all the time like now. Getting clothing that fits in fabrics that I like is an added bonus.
My mom is annoying me with her vaccine-hesitancy. She won't admit to not wanting it but she's using every excuse she can not to get it, and my libertarian brother doesn't help matters. Her usual excuse is that it's hard to get an appointment and she doesn't get out much so other people need it more. Fuck that fake martyrdom bullshit. Seriously. If she was 50 years old, living alone, working from home and ordering all her groceries on line that would be one thing. She's reliant on my brother and to a much lesser extent me, and her not getting it makes our lives harder not easier. Second, if she gets it she is way more likely to end up in the hospital than someone younger. She also parrots random statistics she reads online, some of which I've heard and are legit, and some are gleaned from the sketchy right wing corners of the internet such as the Drudge Report. Sheesh. I should just find her an appointment and book a LYFT for her when it's time.
