I’m tempted to call the non emergency police number on my stupid neighbors. I don’t KNOW that they’re having a party, but I can feel the bass from that weird Tejano-heavy metal music they like to blast whenever they ARE having a party.
Normally, on Easter Sunday, we go to hang out with my sister in law and her kids after they get home from church. This year, we won’t be because I’m seriously afraid that my husband may have picked up the Virus That Shall Not Be Named ™ from his part time job or from going to the grocery store or wherever the hell else he’s been going. My father in law gets chronic bronchitis pretty much every winter and he’s still dealing with a wicked ass cough, so I don’t want to expose him if I don’t have to. My sister in law and her husband and kids have been self-quarantining since they got back from their cut-short ski trip to Colorado that they take every spring, so they haven’t been exposed either except when one of them goes to the store. According to her, they’ve seen my in-laws frequently, but still…I don’t want to risk it, yanno?
Our internet went down last night and when Hubs called to see if it was something on our end or theirs, they determined it was on their end. But it wasn’t a priority, so they wouldn’t be out any sooner than like, Wednesday. And I was like, “What the FUCK?” but what could I do?
Apparently it wasn’t just us and a bunch of people from our neighborhood were calling and complaining, so they ended up coming out this morning and fixed it in about 10 minutes. I don’t know what the deal was…it had something to do with the thingummy that sits in our front yard that does the internet thing. I don’t know. But at least it’s fixed.
I took 3 of my dissolveable melatonin things last night, because the ZQuil my husband bought that I’ve been taking have been giving me panic attacks right before I go to sleep. Unfortunately, the melatonin gave me hallucinations which was..unexpected. I mean….is it really hallucinations if you’re eyes are closed and you feel like you’re talking aloud but you’re not sure if you really are or not?
Ok. So maybe it wasn’t EXACTLY hallucinations, but it was very, very vivid and very, VERY weird.
I don’t know which is worse–the hallucinations that aren’t exactly hallucinations or the panic attacks that make me feel like I’m about to explode with fear just before the meds kick all the way in and I pass out.
Gonna have to think about that.