Ever felt like there were dementors chasing you? Sucking the life out of you? Your patronus charm just isn’t strong enough to fend them off? Yeah. Me too. It’s been many years since I’ve had this feeling and I don’t normally even tell anyone when it happens, but I figured since this blog is rather therapeutic for me, I might as well write it here, and see if it helps. I know this month has had a Mercury Retrograde that’s consumed most of the month, and it makes me believe in them even more than I did before. The month of February can suck giant donkey balls as far as I’m concerned.
This feeling of dementors is for a number of reasons. 1 being that nearly 2 months ago, my Dexcom battery finally died after more than a year of use, and due to the utter incompetence of the Diabetes Specialty Center (the supplier I’m forced to use by my insurance company), I still don’t have one after numerous phone calls and escalations. Don’t worry, there will be a completely separate blog about them. Without my Dex, my diabetes has gone haywire. I guess I became addicted to it. I don’t even want to check my A1C at my next NP appointment. This video remarkably sums up how I’ve felt for the month of February with my diabetes and my life in general.
I work for a large cell phone company in an Android call center, and at work, we’ve been getting overflow calls all month from the “general” que instead of the “android” que. You have no idea how STUPID some people are, and they all seem to be coming from that “general” que. Upset customers don’t usually affect me, and I’m ALWAYS polite, even when people are screaming me, but today I wasn’t. 1 customer made me so freaking angry that I implied numerous times how stupid she was, and then after the call ended, I had to walk away from my desk for a few minutes to prevent me from unleashing the beast upon the next customer I spoke to. I’ve never done that before, and it can actually get me in trouble, but I didn’t care. The calls continued to be that way for the rest of the day.
There are many other things on my mind as well, but I won’t bore you with more details. This overwhelming feeling of dementors is so strong, that sushi doesn’t even help. Sushi has always made me happy, but not now. Chocolate works for most people, but I use sushi, only it’s not working this time. Maybe I’ll do some spring cleaning, or re-arranging furniture? I wish I still had my camera, or my photoshop worked. They always used to help. Maybe I’ll actually turn on the subwoofer with my overpowered home stereo and play some Pantera, Anthrax, or Cradle of Filth at high volume? Maybe that will scare the dementors away? No, you know what I need? I need HOOK. That’s how I used to bring myself out of this funk, and I don’t have that DVD anymore? Who did I loan it to?!?!! I need to bangarang!