Diet Ginger Ale, Coffee and Some Chocolate

I’ve seen with my own eyes how people are hoarding toilet paper, water, bleach, Lysol, hand sanitizer, food and even rubbing alcohol.

There are some completely rude and not so nice people out there, you guys.


I watched some of them in complete awe with my boyfriend last Thursday at Dollar General for half an hour while we waited in the long checkout line. I just wanted to buy my pup’s some dog food, a few two-liters of diet ginger ale, coffee and some chocolate. (Must-haves in my world.)

Luckily, before I moved, I accidentally overbought toilet paper because I’d forgotten that I already had a full package in the upstairs hallway bathroom closet.


Khajiit has wares, if you have coin. (My daughter and her sense of humor. SMH.)

So, at last count, we now have 19 rolls. (Double rolls, mind you!)

I have plenty of hand soap, antibacterial wipes and sanitizer right now because the previous owner’s son left behind some of those items at my new house, plus a full jug of bleach. I also have one that I purchased before the coronavirus became a thing to be concerned about.

I haven’t gone out to hoard anything and perhaps that’s stupid of me. I have groceries and I sincerely believe plenty enough to last us for at least a month or so.

Our new neighbors are elderly (also very nice) and although they have their grown daughter living with them, if they ran out of soap, toilet paper or whatever, I’d gladly share what we have.


I worry about my daughter at work, she’s in contact with the general public, plus my boyfriend as well. All any of us can do is cover our mouths when we cough, sneeze and of course, wash our hands.

And pray. Personally, I’ve been doing tons of that. I know it’s not everyone’s thing, though, for me, it helps keep me calmer and less afraid.

My Mindful Self-Compassion class, starting this Tuesday, was at first going to be postponed although now it’s been officially moved online via an app called Zoom. I have no idea how easy it’ll be for me to navigate…but shit, I’m sure going to try.

Hopefully, once things start to get back to normal here in Ohio, the class will start to meet in person like originally planned. Not only was I excited to learn new stuff, but I was also looking forward to meeting new people.

I see my therapist (finally!) also on Tuesday and this is a good thing. I have a pretty serious and troubling personal problem right now that I need to discuss with a trained professional. It hasn’t been canceled as of yet so I still plan on going.

The way I look at things, yes, we do need to be extra cautious and do our part to stop the spread of this damn thing. I get that, I dig it.

But we also have to live our lives as well. Being an introvert and enjoying my solitude, isolating myself for the greater good isn’t that big of a deal to me.

My mental health is precious to me and this issue that I’m having in my personal life is rather upsetting. I don’t want to miss another appointment with her again.

I don’t mean to be evasive but it’s just not the right time to open the cage and let this particular bird free yet.

Stay safe, you guys.

Mindful Self-Compassion

I’ve been emailing a man named Martin for about 3 weeks now.

No, it’s not a romantic exchange. I’m pretty sure that the guy is married and I have a boyfriend, although lately, things have been…eh, complicated. (Story of my life with men.)

There’s this place called Rivers Edge and it hosts a ton of wellness classes and courses for women. Mostly it’s yoga, meditation and things of that nature. I’ve seen their upcoming events on my Facebook feed and then I’ll click the “interested button.” But I’ve yet to actually attend one of them, mostly because of the cost.

Mid-January one of the courses really caught my eye:

Mindful Self-Compassion (MSC) is an empirically-supported training program designed to cultivate the skill of self-compassion. Based on research by Kristin Neff and the clinical work of Christopher Germer, MSC teaches core principles and practices that enable participants to respond to difficult moments in their lives with kindness, care, and understanding.

Rapidly expanding research demonstrates that self-compassion is strongly associated with emotional wellbeing, less anxiety, depression, and stress, maintenance of healthy habits such as diet and exercise, and satisfying personal relationships. And it’s easier than you think.

The goal is for participants to experience self-compassion directly and learn practices that evoke self-compassion in daily life.

The course includes 8 weekly sessions of 2-1⁄2 hours each and a 4-hour retreat. It is compatible with a wide range of religious and spiritual orientations, and with having no religious or spiritual orientation. No previous experience with mindfulness or meditation is required.

Well then. This looked like something that could really be a great thing for me, so I filled out the background info form and that’s when Martin emailed me back.

The problem was the price, a whopping $350. To me, that is a lot of cash to come up with, especially since I have moving expenses to worry about and I will just be breaking even on the house sale. So, back and forth we’ve gone, trying to sort out what kind of discount I can get based on the fact that I’m as poor as a church mouse.


Money is evil.

I think we’ve finally hit on an amount that I can swing. Dr. Martin (he’s the one who’s teaching the class) truly wants me to attend because, after everything that I’ve gone through the last few years, it would be beneficial to my healing process.

He’s such a nice man.

Kind…and I’ve been in short supply of that since my dad died.

It starts on St. Patricks Day and I’m looking forward to it. Now I just need to anty up the class fee that we’ve settled on and to look at it as a gift to myself.

The Top and the Bottom

No video today, I’m afraid. I’m just not feeling it. Too bad though, because my hair is all fluffy and squeaky clean.

Update on my new teeth…(I know you guys have been hanging on the edge of your seats the last week!)

On top, I’ve had no problems ever since I got a few sore spots adjusted on Monday. My top dentures go in and out, just as easy as taking candy from a baby.


The suction sound when I take them out at night is fucking nifty. Plus, they stay in place without any adhesives. I’ve been smiling brightly at everyone that I’ve come into contact with all week.

Alas, the bottom dentures are almost impossible for me to keep in for any amount of time. I can’t use anything yet to help them stay in place, plus I have two bone fragments/spurs popping out of my gums. They hurt like hell, not to mention that they’re extremely disturbing to look at. I guess it happens often enough from what I’ve read on the subject, especially when lower teeth are extracted and if there was a bit of a struggle prying them loose. (My poor jawbone.) I’m assuming that the dentist will have to dig around in there and remove them somehow, I just hope that they numb me first.

My appointment is next Thursday and they’ll also be removing any remaining sutures and doing a soft reline on my temporary dentures, which I think will make everything more comfy for my gums.

I can tolerate soft foods. Before I eat anything, I rate it first with my Mush-A-Bility scale.


Oh man, not mashed potatoes again!

Like, I could eat my feta and spinach omelette today, but I had to give away my toast because it just wasn’t happening.

And I love toast, too, damn it.

By the way, pudding tastes amazing without your teeth in. My mom told me that years ago and by God, she’s right.

Have a nice weekend and if you by chance eat a steak, think of me.