quarantine day 6751 "what's in there?"

or, you know what ???

Pick a number because who the hell knows.

So, now the fun game has become

"Whatever shall we eat?"

In case you didn't know, 

there is a pandemic going on.

and the fridge basically looks like this:

Except add beer and old cheese....

The cupboard looks worse...

egg noodles, spices, vinegars and ramen....and a few cans of tomatoes

what does one make?

Every day it is a question of if we may starve to death 

(not really)

 but that is the game we play.

Tonight:

spaghetti sauce

sauté all appropriate left over veggies

garlic, onion, bell pepper, carrots (all chopped small)

cherry tomatoes (which I had thrown in the freezer for soup or this)

2 cans organic tom sauce

1 can diced toms

oregano

basil

red pepper flakes 

salt, pepper, dash of sugar ( I don't know...my mom always did that)

and simmer

I would normally run it through the blender but I'm quarantined away from house and there is no blender here.

I believe in a past life I was in the depression because I hate wasting food or throwing stuff away.

It gives me stress when people don't eat leftovers...

or constantly eat out and never cook.

I am deemed essential....I am a nurse,

BUT

I am not an ICU nurse so my essentialness is limited even in this time of need...

I am a critical care nurse who has chosen to work procedural, so funny enough,

my hours have been cut drastically.

Where we are in Colorado the pandemic is not as severe...

possibly temporary, but as for now,

being a procedural and surgery nurse has saved me.

We do take patients about 2x a week and they are from the outside, not from within the hospital,

which is even a bit more scary because we really have no idea if they are really healthy or sick when they walk through the doors.

Because of this I have chosen to stay away from my home because my ex has severe asthma 

and as much as I am not on good terms with him ,

we still reside in the same house ( yes it is stressful if you are wondering)

, and I would feel awful if he became ill because of me.

When I get to the house in which I stay

I strip down in the garage

have my clothes put directly into the washer on hot

and dash to the shower

shoes, badges etc get a wipe down

and remain in the garage.

then I hope I haven't spread anything anywhere.

It's similar to Russian roulette 

It's the new norm

slightly comical

and a bit like living on the edge

This pandemic got us all nuts.

I even put a soft boiled egg on the pasta.

crazy ....

I think 

Carole Fucking Baskin mademe do that

That Biaaaatch.

xo,

from quarantine hell

write ya later,

M

How to pick a therapist

I'm picking a therapist.

Would anyone care to help?

I'm all ready full of OCD and anxiety, now I have to choose a therapist from a list, suggested by distance from my home, acquired from my insurance company.  There was no asking what I might need counseled in or anything...I guess I get the generic form.

It's comical.

First I started with the names...

Do they sound like therapists?

Then I google.

I google the letters after their names, their names, and then judge everything about them by their website content. 

I mean, that seems logical, right?

how else do you do it?

Of the 6 choices, one was quickly eliminated because they had no website.

This led me to believe they either were ancient with no ability for online presence, or that they were attacked by one of the people they were counseling and decided to not be present in the manner that they would be easy to locate.  There were no pictures or addresses so I decided to scratch that one of the list...I didn't want to be murdered by accident....ya know just trying to get to and from the building. I watch crime TV....I'm not dumb. So, with that said.... One down.

This dreamboat was not on my list...

I would not pick him anyway, I couldn't imagine telling him about my issues and him looking at me like that....nope. Nothing would get solved, it would be worse, way, way worse.

The other five I sorted by navigating the reviews and lists of "therapies" they can entertain/cure me with.

First off: the name Jilab... I can't even, then her most respected therapy is dance and movement therapy. I'd have to be effin crazy to drag my anxiety ridden self into marriage counseling and be treated with 45 minutes of "dance / movement" therapy!  

Unless I am doing this :

I don't think I can entertain the thought of dance therapy, and to be honest, today in boxing class I couldn't even figure out my left hook from my right hook, so this is probably out.

 Oh wait she also has hypnotherapy and aroma therapy for the soul.

no, no and another no....

badd-a-boom

OFF THE LIST!!!

That left me with a therapist who looks like Pat, which is fine, but I could not imagine my other half telling Pat his problems without thinking of SNL, honestly, could you?  And regardless of how mad I may be at my significant other....I'm not that mad.

"Y'all gotta just love each other"

Sorry Pat...off the list.

The next was a young lady.  Quite attractive and well put together. 

I circled her name....

wrote down the number....

picked up the phone ....

Then decided she was too sexy.

Won't work. 

The last was the farthest distance from my house but his website was up to date, easy to navigate and his smiling face was like the friendly, bald science teacher from middle school.

He did not look threatening, he graduated from a real college, not online certification, and he was not wearing a bow tie. 

plus he had the balls to say he was "seasoned" 

I like it.

Now if I get there and he is this "seasoned" I may have to re-evaluate a few things, including my method of choosing a therapist.

I'll try to keep you semi posted about the funny stuff....Not the bullshit tears and stuff

If you have any other suggestions feel free to leave a comment. 

all free therapy is gladly accepted.

Write ya later,

m