I think I’m going to take some time off from posting in the political threads. I’m basically having a nervous breakdown, I have 11 of the 16 symptoms on one of the first pages that pops up on Google. Apparently nervous breakdown is just a layman’s term for stress overload that causes you to be unable to function normally. Sounds about right.
On top of the landlord and maintenance situation, I’ve had symptoms that I’m afraid might mean I had asymptomatic COVID with permanent damage. In the last two weeks I’ve been making daily brain farts, like mixing up Kansas and Kentucky in a post here, raising a few hands that I thought were suited that weren’t, misclicking, misspeaking, etc. These are normally pretty rare occurrences for me. Several times I’ve been unable to calculate my 3bet size in my head. I’ve experienced cognitive overload trying to range my opponents. I’m in a 12K hand downswing which isn’t that long of one online, and I do think I’m running bad, but there’s that “what if” in my head about the cognitive issues.
Then during my last two rounds of golf I’ve felt like I was going to faint numerous times. It was 98 degrees F one time and 92 the other, and I didn’t sleep well the nights before, but I was reasonably well hydrated and shouldn’t have been having problems - I never have before in less than 115 degrees.
I’m sort of at a loss as to what to do, I’m hoping it’s just stress and sleep deprivation. My pulse ox has been consistently 98+ this week, a few weeks ago it was consistently 98+, in between I got some 96-97… Nothing concerning. No fever, no other symptoms except allergies the days after golfing. So if I had it I would call it asymptomatic, and my exposure risks have been extremely low. I don’t think the symptoms warrant a test, and an antibody test isn’t very valuable given the accuracy issues. But maybe I should do that?
Meanwhile in the last two weeks I’ve found out: my uncle has cancer and it doesn’t sound good, my cousin and her husband have COVID-19, my 40-something cousin has Parkinson’s and had to quit her job as a result, my closest friend’s wife has been out of work and they are several weeks backlogged on getting UI+CARES and afraid they won’t get it, and one of my other closest friends had direct COVID-19 exposure at work but thankfully she’s negative - it still scared me for 48 hours waiting for the test results.
Then on top of it, mentally, I started to really feel like the world is passing me by this past week. I found out my private game started running again about 8 weeks ago. They didn’t invite me because they know I’m being so cautious with COVID-19, but I’m scared that I may be on the outside looking in when (if) the pandemic is over. That game made up more than 90% of my income in the year leading into the pandemic. One of the guys I respect a lot is very intelligent and liberal, and he’s playing - no masks, no plexiglass, etc. I don’t know how to process that.
A couple girls I dated briefly then just became friends with due to lack of interest have resumed dating in person. I’m not still after them, so it’s no big deal in that regard, but it makes me feel like the wheels have resumed turning in the dating world, and the dating pool will begin shrinking without me being in the mix.
And I’ve got the move hanging over my head as my potential new landlord seems to want to slow walk it and my current one seems to want to fuck me over by not providing background info.
So then I see news like Trump wanting to delay the election, secret police kidnapping people, no CARES extension, mitigation efforts being more relaxed and they’re just the straws breaking my back. I don’t see light at the end of the tunnel in the US with the pandemic. I’m really starting to think I’m either going to have to be a hermit for years or try to move to another country and never see my family.
Like we’re just starting to flatten the second step/wave (or max out testing capacity), but regardless we all know there’s no way in hell we’re going to squash it. We don’t have the appetite or willpower for that as a country. We’re just going to churn out 50-70K cases a day and 1500-2000 corpses a day.
Then we send kids back to school, and that’ll be bad, but colleges are where we’re really going to fuck this up to a whole new level. I wouldn’t be surprised if over half of college kids are pozzed by the time we cancel school and send them home to infect their parents and then the third step/wave is really off and running. The R0 on a college campus is going to be off the charts ridiculous.
It’s fucking hopeless. If there was a 25% mortality rate but 0 long term effects for survivors, I think I would have gone out licking doorknobs tonight. I’m at that point, I just don’t care. Live, die, whatever. I just don’t want to suffer.
So I tried to unwind tonight with a relaxing movie on Amazon Prime. It was supposed to be about two quirky people facing obstacles as they meet each other and date and fall in love. 2 minutes and 37 seconds in the protagonist got diagnosed with terminal cancer, 50 minutes in the female lead revealed her terminal cancer diagnosis.
It was actually a really good movie, but not particularly uplifting obviously.
So anyway, I think I need to stick my head in the sand and severely limit my news consumption. Maybe read for a few minutes a day, skim posts, but try to keep my head farther above water. I also deleted the FB and CNN apps on my phone to reduce notifications about news and scrolling timelines that will trigger my anger.
In the meantime I’ll probably keep venting my rage about the landlord situation in that thread, and just skim the rest and try to stay informed enough without keeping myself in a depressed state. It seems like listening to the violinists on the Titanic, but at the same time that kind of beats the alternative doesn’t it?