"Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht” is an old Yiddish adage meaning, “Man Plans, and God Laughs.”

IOW: shït happens. Whatever you hoped or planned for, it ain& #39;t gonna & you& #39;re fücked. Many have had to learn this lesson HARD the last few months.

How you react shows what you& #39;re made of.
You can take a pessimistic viewpoint and always expect the worst to happen, so when it does, you& #39;re not surprised. But you may find you& #39;re also very rarely truly happy when things (miraculously) go well, because you& #39;re always waiting for the shoe to drop.
When shït goes horribly awry, and your plans get the smackdown by forces beyond your control--say, by the Governor of your state, responding to a global pandemic, and the task force given the job of recommending best practices for the NEXT few months--it can be demoralizing.
We& #39;ve done a great job as a state. We kicked the curve& #39;s áss to hell. My county has had only 28 cases, I think, and 5 deaths. There& #39;s just 1 person currently hospitalized who& #39;s COVID+.

Neighbors are taking care of each other. We& #39;re buoying local businesses as much as we can.
The task force commends us for our work.

Recommends SIX MORE WEEKS OF WINTER HIBERNATION.

https://govsite-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/YdEkQPkGTSCwbUoagFhH_Oregon-COVID-19-Projections-2020-04-22.pdf

My">https://govsite-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/YdEkQPkGT... plans are NOT compatible with theirs.
_I_ wanna go back to cardiac rehab.

_I_ want to get my bloody IV drug titrated so I can breathe.

_I_ want an appointment with my wakka wakka guy so I& #39;m not in constant fücking pain.

But I don& #39;t get any of those things, cuz the universe is laughing at me.
The way I respond to the disappointment and--frankly--the hurt and actual damage to my body, will determine how well I deal with the next six weeks.

I can throw in the towel, to cliché it, but that& #39;s not really my thing.

Or I can accept that the world fücking sucks right now...
But "this too shall pass."

It won& #39;t be pretty. I--and lots of others--aren& #39;t emerging unscathed, that& #39;s for sure.

Doing what I can to mitigate the damage--to me & to others--is what I have to do to survive. Layering plans in case contingencies are needed. Reaching out for help.
In the end, though, no matter what I do, what plans I make, this crisis has damaged an integral part of who I am. It& #39;s removed a real sense of control I had over the way my healthcare was being handled.

I ... don& #39;t have that control anymore. It& #39;s completely out of my hands.
I don& #39;t like that; it pisses me off badly.

But because I don& #39;t have any choice, and the alternative is just sitting in my impotent, inchoate fury for 6 weeks, I need to just deal with it or I& #39;ll be even more miserable... psychologically miserable along with physically miserable.
So, I just need to accept another likely 6 weeks...at least... of sheltering in place by order of the governor. I need to accept there will be breathlessness and coughing and figure out ways to mitigate it.

Same with my chronic pain.

Same with getting any rehab work done.
The thing I& #39;m angriest about, of course, has nothing to do with COVID19.

I& #39;m still disconnected from the whole "6months to a year" of it all, but I have a lot of things to do and get put in place before I shuffle off this mortal coil, which I couldn& #39;t do if I were freaking.
The upshot: I have to take this garbage sandwich one day at a time, without thinking too much into the future about things I can& #39;t have. But also always looking for ways to positively mitigate the damage, or otherwise deal with what& #39;s going on....

The rage thing, tho, is hard.
In the past--I& #39;ve mentioned this before--when I& #39;ve felt completely out of control, when decisions have been taken away from me, when I& #39;m raging & feel trapped and have no idea how to connect, I& #39;ve attempted suicide, or cut or punched walls.

Extremely self-destructive behavior.
So, yesterday, when things were getting to a tipping point of absolute fury, &I also couldn& #39;t stand up from bed without coughing up a lung &gasping for breath, &hadn& #39;t slept in 2 days & with racing thoughts indicative of mania rising....

I put a call into my local crisis center.
The local one (through my county health department) feels more helpful to me, tbh, if only because they keep track of when I& #39;ve called before so they have an idea of stuff I& #39;m dealing with and I don& #39;t have to start from scratch. This erases the anonymity of the national line, but
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