Wednesday, September 23, 2020

VJ3

 Hey, good news, my test came back negative. And, for what it's worth, I'm feeling much better today than yesterday. Here's to us continuing to improve.

CVJ2

 Slept in my bed last night :) After the shower and writing up here in the office I was able to go down and sleep fine. I couldn't use the CPAP- I think that may have been what aggravated my grumpy breathing in the first place. But slept fine and woke up breathing well. Much less uncomfortable this morning.

Very tired, not a lot of energy, and feverish. Kate and I are taking turns napping while the other watches the kids. As expected, her symptoms are following mine by a day so today is a bit rough for her. 

I tried to work for ~30 minutes today and that was a disaster. Just don't have it in me. I slept through my one-on-one with my manager this morning. My work performance has been a garbage fire. I know I'm officially allowed to take time off when I'm sick. But it feels rough. 

Anyways, wanted to drop a quick update to declare that I'm doing better than last night. Not sure what tonight will hold, but should be tons of fun. 

Covid Journal 1

 Hey. Let's get down to it.

Last Friday (Sep. 18, 2020) My four-year-old had a crap ton of snot coming out of his nose at the beach. He was coughing a tiny bit, but nothing to be concerned about. He has allergies, and we were staying in a moderately dusty hotel, so we weren't super concerned. 

Anyways he's doing great now :) But I'm sick and having a hard time breathing. I'm in my upstairs bathroom right now running a very hot shower as I sit on the (closed) toilet. The warm moisture is helping my breathing, which is neat. 

I had a very tiny sore throat and headaches on Saturday. Sunday was a little more sore, and Monday started having a small cough with lots of sinus pressure. Today has been accelerating tight-upper-chest coughing. I was doing fine-- even fell asleep with my CPAP machine around 8pm. After the nap, I tried to sleep again at 1am and couldn't breathe well enough. So now I'm doing this whole humidity thing and then I'm going to try to sleep on the ancient recliner. 

I got tested for Covid today. I should hear back Thursday or Friday. Not that it matters, right? I've got some sort of virus, my whole family is exposed to it, and it's sorta hard to breathe. The official diagnosis doesn't really change much. It's not like they can treat it differently once they know what it is.

I don't feel great. I'm worried. Earlier today I was grumpy that I probably had Covid, but pretty confident that we'd be fine. We're young, healthy-ish (screw you diabetes...), and the vast majority of people that contract the virus in my age group are right as rain pretty quick. 

That's still the likely outcome. I didn't expect things to deteriorate so quickly though. I've never had this much trouble breathing in my life. I'm okay and not at the "lets' go to the hospital" stage of discomfort. I'm hoping that tomorrow gets better and not worse. 

So what happens if Kate feels this bad tomorrow? What happens if my kids start showing breathing distress? We can't really ask someone to come help-- we're biohazards over here. I'll do my best to take care of everybody, but my capacity is more limited than I'd like right now. I'm still in good enough shape to navigate all that, for sure, but I won't be if things deteriorate a lot.

It'd be nice to be at home right now, but we still wouldn't be in a place where we could ask someone to take care of us. We're sort of on a virus-filled island right now. It's probably going to be okay. But, I don't know, maybe it'll get dang rough before it gets better. That's a worrisome feeling.

Do I know where we were infected? Eh, I've got some theories, but it doesn't really matter. We've been  careful. We've done the best we can-- masks everywhere, no restaurants or in-person shenanigans. We did go to church once (and it was testimony meeting, sigh), but that was a pretty safe scenario. At the end of the day we're in a pandemic. And the virus is, well, virulent. The likely vector of my infection comes from a family that was also being really careful. I don't judge them at all. 

And, once again, I may not even have Covid. But I do have the worst head-cold I've ever had, and my breathing sucks worse than it ever has. So I've got that going for me.

The timing is unfortunate. We took a few days off work last week to take a trip to the beach. We drove down to Padre Island (not South Padre Island. The regular Padre Island). We stayed at a very sparsely populated hotel. Masks in and out. Went to the beach twice a day. Social distanced, outside, pretty dang safe. I don't feel like our exposure there was worse than it is here. Given the onset of symptoms, it's almost definitely the case that we were infected before we traveled. But, you know, I still feel like I will be judged for that. 

It's weird to preemptively be positive for the virus. Now I'm one of those people. 

Side note: I have left the bathroom and am now sitting on the ancient recliner. I can breathe quite a bit better than before. My butt is also far more comfortable here than it was on the toilet. I daresay I should be able to sleep tonight. I'm going to rig up the kids' humidifier in here and sleep like an old person. 

So, yeah. I think I'm sick. I had some scary moments tonight. But we're doing okay. I hope my family doesn't have to go through this same stuff tomorrow. I hope y'all are doing okay. 




Friday, February 21, 2020

ForcedGratitude

Sometimes I feel like hot garbage. Honestly it's not infrequent. But even though I don't feel well I'm going to do this gratitude thing because I know it helps. Buckle up buttercup, we're doing this thing.

I'm grateful once again for diet coke. At this point it tastes good and is refreshing. Do I have a diet coke problem? Almost certainly. I still like it though :)

I'm thankful for Major's Burgers in Liberty Hill. Great food. Local place. Family owned and run. Such good food. Plus the wait in the drive thru is usually long enough to get a game of DotA Underlords in, which is fun.

We went on a hike today. We were safe and carrying my fat daughter didn't hurt my back as bad as last time. Progress!

K, going to bed. Thanks y'all. I hope you're doing super well. Gl hf and all that.

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Tuesday at 29

I look back and recognize that I have changed a lot in the past eight years. I think this is a good thing. Despite spending a large portion of my time feeling anxious and depressed about everything, I do like who I am. That's a good feeling.

One of the things that changed between the eighth grade and now is how I feel about racism. I guess I didn't think it was a big deal back in the day. Specifically: I thought that individuals were probably racist but that this wasn't a serious problem.

Here's where I'm at now. Of course, I will continue to learn. But dang, I don't actually care about your individual racism. Like, whatever, you do you buddy. But what I do care about is the systemic racism that we have baked into our society. We, err, aren't set up to give everybody equal opportunities for success. This is *probably* a function of everybody's low-key racism in action, and *hopefully* not a function of a villainous cabal of billionaires (looking at you, Bloomberg).

I guess I just don't understand why

  1. We're having such a hard time convincing our white friends that systemic racism is real
  2. We're having a hard time convincing ourselves we should do something about it
Like, what the fetch is so hard about this? "Oh hey, we incarcerate black guys at an incredibly disproportionate rate, what's that about?" and "Oh wow, we give black guys way harsher sentences than we do white kids. Why is that?"

I think this makes sense when you take a historical look at things. We spent hundreds of years convincing ourselves that black people were less-than-us because it justified slavery. People can convince themselves of whatever they want to when it makes them a dollar. We then had a big fight about whether or not slavery was a good thing. Some people died I guess. But, shoot, losing the war didn't change the South's mind about stuff, it just wrecked their little country. 

We then spent a long time legally treating black people like garbage. Then we made that mostly illegal, but that didn't change anybody's mind-- it just sorta changed their actions. 

So yeah, when you look at a system that recently treated black people as legally less important, it's easy to see how the inhabitants of that system still carry vestigial ideas around with them. 

The evidence is just pretty overwhelming. And I don't understand why people get all defensive about this. "Yes but my great grandfather was a slave owner and was not a villian". Listen lady, nobody cares one bit about your grandfather. What we care about is systemic racism and what we are doing today to not be super villains. Let's make the world a better place and stop getting defensive about your racist grandpa, k? Nobody cares. Really. Seriously. Just stop. 

It's okay that we're calling you racist. It's fiiiiiiiine. Nobody likes you less because of it (jk we sorta do). What we really want, though, is to fix the system so we can live in a more just society. Does that hurt you at all? Nope, sure doesn't. Is it better for you? Absolutely.

So hey, it's okay that your grandpa was a racist super villain. It's completely irrelevant. Let's just fix the problems we have now because of the issues we created in the past. 

I feel like I generally do a decent job of understanding other people's view points. I'm really struggling to understand the fragile white resistance to fixing systemic racism though. Like seriously, what do you have to lose here? Why are you afraid of not incarcerating black men at a disproportionate rate? Help me see?

Anyways y'all should clearly vote for Elizabeth Warren. Peace. 

Monday, February 10, 2020

NormalGrat

I'm grateful that our car started acting funky on our drive tonight. That wasn't great, but it WAS great that we discovered it today when I was here and not tomorrow when I'm stuck an hour away. A gentle blessing.

I'm grateful that the waffles I made with E today turned out so dang good. I usually suck at waffles and today's were very good.

I'm grateful I get to go to work tomorrow and eat great food that I don't have to prepare or do dishes for. 

I'm grateful for medicine. E is sick today. Fever, bad ear infection, threw up. Poor kid. But the grape ibuprofen mostly helps him feel better.

Grateful that E is, I dunno, becoming a person? We're at the "emerging behavior" portion of parenthood. Dude had to throw up this morning. I was asleep on the couch. Dude walks to the drawer, gets an emesis bag Kate had from last pregnancy, and comes back to throw up in it. Super impressive that he knew where that bag was. And what it was used for. And that he knew he was going to puke. Like, holy fetch Batman. I had no idea my three year old has all that in his brain. I'm struggling to find my shoes on a regular basis and he's over here throwing up in some obscure vomit bag only he knew how to find. Impressive.

Sunday, February 09, 2020

Been a While Grat

It has been too long. I've been a bit lazy. I'm starting to feel the effects of not writing though. I always feel so much more whole when I'm writing and journaling. I'm not entirely sure why that is. It's like the reverse Tom Riddle dairy over here. My soul becomes more unified when I write. Please, don't stab my blog with a basilisk fang (I know you were considering it Sly Pig).

Grateful. Still a little irritated by how dang effective this exercise is. The results of explicitly celebrating the good things in my life have been very positive. Less depression, which leads to me being a better dad, husband, employee, etc.

Skipping this exercise for the last two weeks has contributed to more depression lately. Nothing terrible, but still worth noting. 

Let's get to it.

I'm grateful for discouraging meetings with my manager. We meet once a week unless I get lucky and dodge it. Invariably I leave the meeting very discouraged. I used to think that this meant my manager wasn't good. I'm learning now that discouragement is usually my response to failure or criticism. I'm starting to recognize the opportunities (and necessity) to improve. Specifically: my team lead is super organized. So organized. He's like a black market organ smuggling ring he's so organized. I keep disappointing him because I'm not. But this is an opportunity to learn! I need to become organized! And I wouldn't have this opportunity otherwise. So I'm grateful.

Very sleepy! 

But I've been kicking butt at work lately. I'm starting to work with my neighbors a lot more and I love that. I'm starting a book club with them this Tuesday. I don't care about the book, but I'm excited to get to know the coworkers better.

Must sleep. Will write tomorrow.


Saturday, January 25, 2020

newPhoneGrat

Hey, happy to be back. I have a new phone. It's a pixel 4. It's pretty good.

I'm grateful for good friends. Jake and Julia had us over for dinner tonight. Great food, and we had fun talking. Our kids played together which is really the best part.

I'm grateful for diversity. By that I mean that I'm grateful that we all have different strengths. I focus a ton on my deficiencies. I'm not going to list them here, because that's the opposite of our purposes in the first place. But I do get great joy out of seeing friends really be good at things. Like, Jake made an awesome dinner tonight, and I'm super happy that he has that ability.

I'm grateful for a quick drive to work today. 35 minutes with no tolls. That's a quality commute. The weather was pretty and it just felt sunny, you know?

My kids are cute. And asleep. Sure love that.

I'm grateful for good kids' books. We have one (borrowed) that is 15 children's books authors explaining their favorite animals. It's cute. And I like exploring new books with E. 

I'm grateful for growing up and changing ideas. I was a conservative kid, politically speaking. And I'm not sure when it changed, but I'm way different from that now. I like those changes. I feel really good about the things I believe. 

Word, that's enough. Time for great sleep!



Monday, January 20, 2020

SabGrat

Is anyone else irritated that this gratitude journal thing works pretty well? Like I've got issues that are non trivial. And here this "enumerate the good things in your life" advice comes along and does improve the way I feel. 

Grateful for Naproxen. My daughter got dropped on my broken rib today and it was really bad. Just really not good. But two Aleve liquigels and a few hours later and I'm back to feeling good. Medicine is great. We should definitely keep using it.

Grateful for my wife and I being on the same page. Sunday school was hard today. Lesson was on Lehi's vision of the tree of life. As I've gotten older that vision has become more and more meaningful to me. The trouble is that the vision (and like, all scripture tbh) is open for lots of different interpretations. And my interpretation is different from the *very linear and proscriptive* interpretations offered by well meaning class members today. So we were both... Irritated by it today? Either way we talked and are on the same page. Most times you just have to love ward members and ignore their opinions that aren't doctrine and don't jive with yours. 

Grateful for my wife's delicious cake she made today. It was good!