It's been a hell of a week. First with back pain (Monday off work) and then Monday afternoon I had a call with my GP (doc) and he prescribed new meds (a goddamn SSRI for anxiety). I started them Wednesday morning and by Thursday morning I was having such bad side effects I wondered if I had Covid. A rapid antigen test later, no, just side effects, but I had already gone home from work. I thought I'd be able to work on Friday, but after I got there I was so nauseated I had to come home again. Saturday was slightly better, but today - being Sunday - I have decided to switch to taking it in the evening. Honestly, I'm pretty sure the doc is just treating a symptom and there's still some underlying cause, but with my bloods all fine we're not going to find out what it is anytime soon. In the past, if I've been finding a job is negatively affecting my wellbeing, I've always had the means to quit for a while through some serendipity. But now, with a mortgage, and hankerings to travel, not a chance.
So because I didn't feel like crap today, I finally got a chance to really have a chat with Puck (yesterday I had to hang up and fall asleep rather than have our usual long weekly call). Today, he was preparing for a fwb to come over for the night, but we still got to talk between Renee (his wife) heading out on her overnight regular weekly date and, lets call her Siobhan, coming over. Siobhan is also one of Selene's friends and usually he'd see Selene on a Saturday night, but she's not well at the moment and just taking some self care quiet time. But amidst all of this metamour stuff, Puck said thank you to me for quite a number of things and got both of us teary. I keep telling myself it's March already. In a blink it will be time to book tickets and in another blink I'll be there. I desperately hope nothing (especially metamour stuff) gets in the way of us spending the unbroken time together that we need after what will end up being over two and a half years after I was supposed to be here. My biggest fear is that a meta gets sick or a meta's relative dies (not entirely impossible) and it means he has to go spend the time with them while I'm there for what is a comparatively short time. I'd get it, I wouldn't ever try to prevent him going where he's needed, but I'd be - we'd both be - devastated.
In more local news, my new friend from work - let's call her...umm...(this is hard)...Nova - Nova has had Covid for a week now and when I woke up at ungodly o'clock this morning she had left me messages saying she was in a bad way. She called the ambulance, was a little despondent they were taking so long, but they arrived and picked her up and took her to hospital. I went and collected her dog and gave him breakfast and cuddles and I'll take him for a walk later. He was so good about getting in my car this time (it's his third time in there but first time without her) and he had fun when he got here running around my garden marking everything.
This afternoon I better turn my attention to preparing for work tomorrow, although I also want to do something self-care wise - I'm just not sure what. We have a house guest at the moment - a human one - who is a friend of Adam's, so they've gone out tiki touring
this afternoon. I'm glad to have the house to myself and I'm getting through some chores, especially sans nausea and drowsiness since I'm not taking the new meds until this evening. God they better work in the long run.