What a FUBAR vaccine rollout plan I've heard has been instated here...
It should just be a matter of time before everybody* has had the opportunity to receive this highly-prized modern injection (series), sped up by the development of another brand-new version. This is what the news constantly blaring downstairs claims.
In celebration, behold xkcd's vaccine guidance strip. I was expecting a question about the Mars Rover, which I had read an interesting library book about a couple of weeks ago. But, how would that work? It wouldn't really, now would it?
I think everything would probably work as normal since in space you also have to keep all your breathing space to yourself. And anyway no one's actually travelling to Mars, I just read about the latest developments in astrogeology via the BBC a couple of weeks ago.
*as long as everybody falls into a distinct highly-arbitrary class of person, which equals not claire_chan or probably you, either.
Thinking five days ahead: tomorrow, I can work more on my thousand-piece butterfly puzzle in the room across from my parents'! It's a pretty butterfly pattern. I have been separating out the colours lately. I don't want to make myself sick, so I have been limiting myself to no more than an hour at a time.
ETA: The insects aren't all that big per piece, it's just what it's called, and I think it's actually called Butterfly Woods or something like that. Unwilling to capsize the one half of the box with the name of it to verify since I've been holding pieces in it...
Thursday I have to figure out how to deal with these therapeutic people. I don't understand why they're still doing the same thing if they can tell that it's been repressive, and I can't really do anything with them due to the increase of family trips to the hospital as of late...
It's okay, I have the opportunity to reroute.
Friday I'll probably play some scales, Mozart, and Haydn or w/e on my oboe to make sure I still can.
Saturday maybe I'll do some sketching with my cockatiel.
then Sunday I want to dedicate to actual rest.
So nevermind. Goodnight, then. Sleep well. Unless you don't sleep at this time. Last night I had the worst case of insomnia - I had to use the bathroom again and again, so ended up not really sleeping at all. Maybe it was leftover anxiety over my immediate family in the hospital. Everyone's out, now, fortunately, with all follow-up's with the primary care physician scheduled... (Yesterday I was musing over how I was finding it easier to say "shhhedule" than "skedule" when I have such a headache.)
I don't need to go back to the ER for those migraines, btw, since I already have super-de-duper nice pills for those and I rlyrly REAALLLYYY don't want to overuse them since I don't want my body to become over-used to -triptan drugs.
N.B.: I actually am super-grateful for everything that has been done to bring us as a species to this point! ♥
In celebration, behold xkcd's vaccine guidance strip. I was expecting a question about the Mars Rover, which I had read an interesting library book about a couple of weeks ago. But, how would that work? It wouldn't really, now would it?
I think everything would probably work as normal since in space you also have to keep all your breathing space to yourself. And anyway no one's actually travelling to Mars, I just read about the latest developments in astrogeology via the BBC a couple of weeks ago.
*as long as everybody falls into a distinct highly-arbitrary class of person, which equals not claire_chan or probably you, either.
Thinking five days ahead: tomorrow, I can work more on my thousand-piece butterfly puzzle in the room across from my parents'! It's a pretty butterfly pattern. I have been separating out the colours lately. I don't want to make myself sick, so I have been limiting myself to no more than an hour at a time.
ETA: The insects aren't all that big per piece, it's just what it's called, and I think it's actually called Butterfly Woods or something like that. Unwilling to capsize the one half of the box with the name of it to verify since I've been holding pieces in it...
Thursday I have to figure out how to deal with these therapeutic people. I don't understand why they're still doing the same thing if they can tell that it's been repressive, and I can't really do anything with them due to the increase of family trips to the hospital as of late...
It's okay, I have the opportunity to reroute.
Friday I'll probably play some scales, Mozart, and Haydn or w/e on my oboe to make sure I still can.
Saturday maybe I'll do some sketching with my cockatiel.
then Sunday I want to dedicate to actual rest.
So nevermind. Goodnight, then. Sleep well. Unless you don't sleep at this time. Last night I had the worst case of insomnia - I had to use the bathroom again and again, so ended up not really sleeping at all. Maybe it was leftover anxiety over my immediate family in the hospital. Everyone's out, now, fortunately, with all follow-up's with the primary care physician scheduled... (Yesterday I was musing over how I was finding it easier to say "shhhedule" than "skedule" when I have such a headache.)
I don't need to go back to the ER for those migraines, btw, since I already have super-de-duper nice pills for those and I rlyrly REAALLLYYY don't want to overuse them since I don't want my body to become over-used to -triptan drugs.
N.B.: I actually am super-grateful for everything that has been done to bring us as a species to this point! ♥