Try and be positive and not in the “I’m positive this sucks” way.
So things seem to have gotten a bit better. No one is bothering me. Wiesia seems to be keeping her distance. I’m fifteen chapters into Squirrel Girl and I am hooked. (If you haven’t read this, you need to. Seriously. It’s a ton of fun.) When I’m done with that, I’ll be picking up Raptor Red. That one won’t take long to finish; it’s a rather slender volume. But I have other books, waiting in the wings. I won’t be bored.
Prime has been reading Spock’s World to me. He downloaded it into his Kindle not too long ago. I have a paperback edition of my own, while he has a hardcover. But he decided that he wanted it on his tablet as well. He’s mostly been reading to me at night, while I’ve been curled up in bed, drowsing in the darkness. When I shut my eyes, I can almost feel the hot Vulcan breeze on my face, can hear the soft clacking of my heels as I follow behind the rest of the group. Mentally, I see myself fall behind and Kirk gives me a bemused smirk, while Doctor McCoy simply rolls his eyes and shakes his head slightly as if to say, “Darned young’uns.” Spock regards me with a placid look, raises an eyebrow and we journey onward. It’s escapist fantasy but it’s been wonderfully soothing.
The anxiety got bad enough to where I had to get my medication adjusted. I’m on sertraline and it has helped; it’s a bit tough on my stomach, however. If I don’t take it with food, I face cramping and nausea. But at least I don’t have panic attacks!
As for work, I picked up a couple of extra hours. I clocked in at two, rather than four. Looks like they needed the help. That’s one of the reasons why I come in early. I can sometimes pick up extra hours. Extra hours means extra money.
I caught myself murmuring a word under my breath after I clocked in for the day. Heya. It’s the Vulcan word for mountain. For some reason, saying that word makes me smile.