The 48 Hour Rule

I slept intermittently and was up earlier long enough to write a blog post on some other blog of mine. I slept on and off until about 2pm today and then went shopping.

Today is the 48 Hour Rule for my old debit card getting cut up and going in the trash. Debit cards are nasty sluts that will have intercourse with any and every ATM or self checkout or what not in town and they get really icky and it never ceases to amaze us just how badly we react when an old debit card gets replaced.

I woke up with eye pain, which is relatively rare these days, and feeling like I might throw up. I bought a couple of oranges when I grabbed lunch because fruit always helps with the eye pain. I had one at lunch, which helped but didn't fully resolve it. I expect to have the other one later today.

I am in danger of missing a deadline on some freelance work and losing those pieces and I'm seriously, seriously wrapped around the axle about it. I'm hyper responsible and I have never fully adjusted to the reality that I have very serious health problems and I tend to fail to be grateful for the pieces that are going right against long odds.

Instead, when I feel really awful, like today, a looming deadline that I seem likely to miss becomes this giant boogieman in my mind and it looms large, like the "nail that was lost that cost the war." I just get really stressed out about the whole thing, even though I'm not broke yet and there's not really a good reason to believe that missing the deadline will somehow destroy my life, but I always feel like it will.

On the upside, because we are healthier than we used to be, the primary ways the pandemic is impacting us is relatively painless. There are shortages of things and we can't reliably get certain things and we have to be flexible about what we will take and try to find alternatives.

When we were much sicker and the world was less broken, we had much more serious problems with ordinary, run of the mill "You can't always get the exact specific thing you are looking for" because substitutes were usually problematic. With our health more stable, it is generally less problematic for us to go with Plan B or C instead of getting that one specific thing we wanted.

So I'm basically internally screaming about things that probably aren't anywhere near as bad as I am feeling like they are, but I've been having relatively calm conversations with my sons about the things that are going okay, compared to what many other people are dealing with.

Anyway, today sucks. It will probably suck all day long to some degre or another and I've seen runners and what not talk about things being at their worst "two days later" and my son once looked up some stuff suggesting this is related to how the blood works. So I have some corroborating information, enough to feel it's "not just us."

If you have serious health problems, I think the takeway is that you need to plan for things to be bad two days after significant health events. When I had a corporate job, I often did certain kinds of things on a Friday so I had the weekend to recover before heading back to work on Monday.