I doubled my Ativan dose to get to sleep (my regular dose is very low, so doubling it is still well within a normal dose range), and then when I woke up at 4 to pee, checked the news and saw it wasn't looking good, I took another 1/2 an Ativan to ensure I'd get back to sleep. Whatever's still in my system is probably why I'm more or less on an even keel right now. Like, ragey and scared, but in a chill way? We'll see what happens when the drugs wear off.
And my regular therapy appointment is on Wednesdays, so I've got that to shore me up later. (I guess we'll shift from talking about one bigoted narcissist [my dad] to the more politically prominent bigoted narcissist.) I do have to work, but I can't guarantee I'll finish anything today.
Also, it feels like a migraine is trying to start, which honestly the lesser problem.
We just got leave to "take/do/be whatever you need to today" from work. Would that I knew what that was.
The CTO of my company just said he doesn’t expect anyone to work today and that anyone who voted for “those fucking nazis” is fired
What is really making me sad is that voter turnout in my county was only 71.33%
Less than I was hoping. Less than I was expecting, even.
The CTO of my company just said he doesn’t expect anyone to work today and that anyone who voted for “those fucking nazis” is fired
Leadership I can get behind.
I don't feel worse than in 2016, because I was totally blindsided by those results. For this election, I knew Trump winning was possible, but didn't seem likely. So I feel like shit, and I'm angry, and really bitter. Like, of fucking COURSE this country is a bunch of Christofascist misogynist transphobic homophobic racist science-denying bigots.
Yep, all of this. I am absolutely gutted, but at least I was semi-prepared to feel this way?
Some good news: the salted caramel I made from scratch to go on top of the apple pie bars I stress-baked yesterday? It fucking ROCKS. So if anyone thinks a caramel latte, hot chocolate, or just straight-up drinking caramel through a straw will help in any way, come over to my house and I'll hook you up..
Some good news: the salted caramel I made from scratch to go on top of the apple pie bars I stress-baked yesterday? It fucking ROCKS.
That does sound really good.
I have no meds, I just have to bare brain it through the day. I was hoping being at work would at least make me feel distracted/useful, but my stomach is so upset that I'm taking antacids.
