Who, Me? Hypochondriac? Paranoid?

What in the world would lead me to say this? Well, things have just been a bit…unbalanced this week. I’ve felt a little “off” all week, and have done some really goofy things that aren’t like me.

This is the can of delicious water that didn’t want to go in my mouth.

The biggest example is suddenly forgetting how to drink a beverage. I was sitting in my living room, watching television or reading, and I was really thirsty for that cold, fresh lemon-flavored water I’d gotten out of the refrigerator. So, while still focused on my other task, I picked it up and briskly poured it into my lap.

That certainly surprised the dog. But, really, I forgot how to put a drink to my lips? It’s like my body had a glitch. Of course, once that happened, I’ve been alert to any other motor-skills issues, so when I trip and almost fall on a tiny raised part of a sidewalk, drop what I’m carrying, etc., I think, “Oh no, I’m getting some disease.”

Vlassic took to his (my) bed to recover from my oddness.
Mmm, proseco.

You should be proud of me, though, because I have NOT looked up my symptoms on WebMD or its cohorts! I just feel…fuzzy in some way. Of course, I could be just feeling warm and fuzzy from all the supportive and kind comments I’ve received from my last two posts on friendship. Or maybe it’s from what I was doing in the photo at left (or below, depending on how you read this).

No, book club was not THAT interesting last night. That bottle wasn’t open yet, and I only had half a glass. (Little aside, last night we discussed “the dog book,” as we call it, and the dogs at our hostess, Ruth’s, house decided they MUST put on a show of dog behavior for us. I enjoyed it so much, even if it probably didn’t amuse everyone as much.)

Back to Paranoia

Interactions with friends and colleagues have just been weird this week. Communication issues have abounded. Yesterday, coworker Maggie and I just resolved everything with a mock catfight and laughed it all off. That was perfect.

Maybe the government put something in the air, because the person currently serving as US President went to the factory right behind our offices yesterday, and all sorts of fun ensued. I stayed home. Half the people who remained watched the motorcade, which had so many motorcycle police in it that I’m sure anyone breaking traffic laws in the area got a free pass. The coworker who filmed it even caught That Man in his limo waving.

On the other side of the place, a fascinating group of protesters, including handmaidens, faced an equally fascinating group of counter-protesters, including the famed Alex Jones of InfoWars, who certainly keeps Austin weird.

A rational discussion occurs. Photo by D. Bhattacharya, as are the two below.

That’s a lot of agitated ju-ju i one spot. For fair and balanced reporting, here are some folks on both sides of the presidential feelings spectrum.

Also, equipment has been malfunctioning right and left. We know what caused the Internet in Cameron, which was AT&T repeatedly breaking the fiber-optic cable while putting in a new one that won’t even be used to help Cameron. But, what has caused my phone to suddenly get stuck in horizontal mode and then refuse to make calls? What has caused my Hermit Haus Redevelopment blog to eat everything we try to post? Why can’t I access the database I use to get screenshots for my training material?

Yes. The government has drugged me and put viruses in all my software.

Thank goodness for a calming sunset.

Oh wait. I’m a rational person. Never mind.

Author: Sue Ann (Suna) Kendall

The person behind The Hermits' Rest blog. I work with Hermit Haus Redevelopment to help people quickly sell their houses. I do their social media! I'm a certified Texas Master Naturalist and love the nature of Milam County. I'm also a tech writer in Austin, secretly.

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