Feeling just a little out of sorts mentally

Better Half read me the poll question in the newspaper, then waited for my response.

“Do you feel the COVID-19 crisis has impacted your mental health?”

I frowned.

Yes and no.

I have felt a little distracted, maybe more so than usual.

Extra stressed, I suppose if the truth be told.

The other day, for example, I made a single-serve cup of coffee, or so I thought. When I returned to begin caffeine consumption, I realized the error of my ways.

Instead of putting my coffee mug right side up, it was upside down.

Good grief, Charlie Brown!

That’s not the best way to enjoy a cup of joe.

Better Half has been distracted, too.

We were almost done with soaking the hoof of a thousand-pound horse when he realized something — that same after-the-fact gut feeling you get when you’ve mailed an important bill without putting the stamp on the envelope.

“Guess what?” he glanced my way sheepishly, shaking his head.

“What?” I asked, bracing for something probably not good.

“We forgot to put the epsom salt in,” he announced.

“We?” I said, not realizing epsom-salt pouring took two people to do.

Maybe two people to remember that’s the whole point of a hoof-soaking session. Combine water and epsom salt. Got it. Committed to memory anew.

I credit the stay-at-home order with the mental distractions, although I’m still getting out of the house, courtesy of being an “essential worker” — i.e. picked the wrong profession.

But my customary impulse buying on the drive home has been interrupted.

And no random stops at the grocery store to buy whatever quiets the rumbling of my stomach.

That’s no fun.

Some days I’ve wondered, now what day is this?

It’s hard to follow orders.

As rebellious people by our very nature, it’s tough to stay at home unless maybe a snowstorm keeps you holed up a day or two.

And don’t touch your face.

The mere order to refrain makes such directives nearly impossible to honor.

It’s like saying don’t blink. Suddenly that’s all you want to do.

And I think I have one less layer of skin on my hands.

Not being able to go anywhere probably should be an incentive to be productive, to find things around the house to do.

It’s a nice thought, but I find myself preferring to think about it more than actually do it.

Social media surely has its merit in these circumstances.

Free concerts by celebrities like Garth Brooks and others.

That’s good for my mental health.

And so are some humorous posts I see on Facebook, including one about a newfound appreciation for a common household staple — toilet paper. “I used to spin that toilet paper like I was on the ‘Wheel of Fortune.’ Now I turn it like I’m cracking a safe.”

And my personal favorite — “I need to practice social distancing from my refrigerator.”

Hang in there everybody!

(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted atjkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)


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