Stimming on a Zoom Meeting

I was hosting a Zoom meeting this afternoon; and two women PMd me to turn off my camera function, due to them seeing me stim on screen. One of them thought I was eating an earthworm. ๐Ÿ™‚ (I was using an elastic band)

No quiz for me tonight; an early one, as I only had five hours sleep last night. I am still borrowing my friend’s laptop; he’s my support bubble. Also, I feel exhausted after so long online. I was on Skype almost two hours just because a female friend wanted to put on her lashes while we’re on Skype. (Bless)

I won a Games Night last night on Zoom; run by WAVE in Belfast. My team had a stroke of good luck on the first game. Then I knew the title of a Seventies song; after a muffled rendition of it. (‘Daydream Believer’ by the Monkees)

There may be a mouse breaking the curfew. ๐Ÿ™‚ My brother and I helped set the trap; to catch him.

Remember Parkinson’s Law – “Work expands to meet the deadline.”

Training Day

“For a Play to become successful, there has to be bad luck beforehand!” (Orson Welles)

Today, I went through the training session in the assecioning role at the Covid lab in Randox. The work itself seems simple enough. However, life in the major obstacle.

  1. I arrived three hours early due to my anxiety levels being through the roof.
  2. I found it well-nigh impossible to pay attention to the class. The demonstration and practice runs were Godsends.
  3. I was lost at the main car park; trying to find my car – parked elsewhere. Had it not been for my walking-stick, I would have fallen and broken my spine. (insurance mightn’t have covered me) It’s probably part of my autism; digging ones toes in when walking due to sensitive feet.
  4. The roads are frosty, and my local roads wouldn’t be gritted. I’m learning new driving skills as I go along, but the longer I drive the more nervous I become. (I can’t afford to make a claim)

Living in the moment can be a thankless task for myself. But I have an understanding group of people on my side.

Growth Comfort

I heard an expression on a Zoom conference on Tuesday, which resonated with me. “Comfort doesn’t exist in the growth zone! Growth doesn’t exist in the comfort zone!”

My Slimming World online subscription expired today. Then I went to a class – weigh-in only – to check the aftermath of Lockdown eating. I gained SIXTEEN pounds. From being 20 Stone 0.5 Pounds, I’m now 21 Stone 2.5 Pounds. However, I needed that kick up the Arse. Even though the drive to-and-from Brackaville was a nightmare.

Next week, I have a job interview in Belfast. I can ask the interviewers if there is a possibility of transferring to a more regional location if I do a good enough job there. It’s for Shopmobility. God willing, Lockdown in Northern Ireland will end tomorrow. The Executive decide tonight. A haircut and shave next Tuesday afternoon depends on it.

Sensory overloads are taking place quite regularly now. However, music is my best therapy. Plus, I’m on a Discord group for Adults with Autism.

Black Friday tomorrow. My brother and I have to run an errand together in Cookstown. Hopefully, my sleep will be good.

One piece of good news, I found my parcel box. I left it at the shop where the Post Office was. Everything’s fine now.

I feel better; after a day of panic.

Tunes:

Going crazy

I feel that yesterday was a pivotal moment in my life. On Tuesday night, I had ZERO sleep. Then I only had a forty-minute nap. Then I went berserk; after heading to a friend’s place to borrow his laptop (my MacBook Pro has a damaged charger, and I can’t afford a replacement, yet) and I was about to go on a rampage.

My complementary therapist recommended Magnesium supplements for my sleep. I got that. Also, I went to a chemist and got elderberry tablets. For ยฃ14.99! (WTF?)

I am putting in so much effort for so little return. How much longer must this continue?

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Hobson’s Choice

This afternoon, I had a Doctorโ€™s appointment about Tinnitus – which has been ongoing my whole life, but I’m only addressing now. My left ear is so waxy, I was prescribed drops. If thereโ€™s no improvement after a week – I require syringing to dewax my ears.

The Doctor wasn’t made aware of my exemption from wearing masks – as I have Asperger’s – as I discovered- by a Mate who was a Nurse and is now a Lecturer in Nursing at Queen’s University – that Doctors don’t have access to one’s Medical Records. He didn’t react too well to the Government exemption rules; perhaps because thereโ€™s a breakdown in communication between the Executive in Northern Ireland and Whitehall. Sounds like something from ‘Yes, Prime Minister.’ ๐Ÿ˜

On a more positive note, my massages are available again through WAVE Trauma Centre. Also, I called USEL – as a cry for help trying to find work again. They may be able to get me back on STRIDE; but thereโ€™s no guarantee. I’ll find out for sure on Wednesday.

I had to pay the 2019/20 tax by bank transfer this evening. Tough times! But I live in hope. Even though the justify option doesn’t work on the New WordPress template.

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Memorials

This coming May, I plan to repair the grave of my gran’s parents – and her brother from Nottingham – to get it ship-shape and Bristol fashion again. The site has been left to wreck-and-ruin – after decades of negligence. It’s optimum time to organise the graves; now that cemeteries in Northern Ireland have reopened.

Also, tomorrow would have been the ninety-fifth birthday of gran. She would have wanted me to organise the graves. I’m hoping that my brother would provide a contribution to the cost.

Also, I ordered a new mattress for my brother’s bed here; he will return home at the end of June. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself, after hearing that a brother of a neighbour has spinal cancer. I’m grateful to be fit and healthy.

Oil is at knockdown prices. I plan to order more heating oil on Friday. God willing, four-hundred litres will get me close to full.

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Locked down – but not a Serf!

Lockdown does get to me several times. But I had ZERO interest in the Lady Gaga event – I’m Team Trump whenever it comes to the WHO – instead, I attended a Manchester-themed stream on Saturday and Sunday evenings. The donation I made was for the NHS. But I was there for the tunes. ๐Ÿ˜€

There will be a Belfast-themed stream – of Funk and Soul – which is also raising money for the NHS. I feel that putting my money where my mouth is is better than clapping. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I am also attending Zoom classes for Slimming World. Plateauing at the moment. But I can still pat myself in the back for not gorging myself stupid.

Plus, I have no interest in Tiger King. ๐Ÿ™‚ Instead, a Skype friend from Etobicoke – Toronto – keeps me company. Plus, a friend from Belfast who – like me – is one of the few non-Canadians to love the Tragically Hip. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Standing my Ground

Yesterday, I ran errands in Cookstown and Magherafelt – I got masks and gloves in Cookstown; as well as A4-sized picture frames, and a downloadable photograph from a Chemist in Magherafelt to renew my driving licence online. Once I did apply online, I felt much better.

Then, in the evening, I attended a Zoom group for my Slimming World instructor- then was awarded my first ever ‘Slimmer of the Week’ award. When all and sundry were pigging out, I kept myself occupied with the internet, conversation and tea/coffee.

But, there is a delay in my mail arriving. There are a few things I’m waiting for which are in limbo. But, they’ll arrive in God’s time.

Holy Thursday today, whenever The Lord celebrated the Passover. I have the Lamb’s blood in my life. ๐Ÿ™‚

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