To be honest, I'm really happy to see the rear end of September. I suspect that most people are.
While there were a few good moments in the month, September was a month that I will remember because of two things (not including the other stuff I've had to deal with). First, the pain that I'm in. Second for the bed bug infestation in my house.
Most of the pain is in my left leg, my feet, my left shoulder, and my abdomen. The abdominal pain is on my left side, and is consistent with a hernia. Due to the coronavirus pandemic, my doctor won't see me until after I get the results of the blood tests that I finally got done four weeks ago. But due to the pandemic, the labs are backed up on all tests except emergency cases because of the COVID-19 testing being done. Even if it is a hernia, elective surgeries have been postponed, so I've been living with the abdominal pain, and have limited mobility, carrying capacity, reaching capacity, and pretty much can't bend down. I'm hoping that October finally gets me into the doctor's office.
Then there's the bed bugs. There's no knowing when the bed bugs came into the house, spread here by my mother from her place, but I'd noticed stuff was strange and the bite marks on my body some six weeks ago. After an aborted attempt to get a company to come in and treat the house and clean everything, I finally switched to Orkin Canada, and they were here a week ago today to get the job done. In the meantime, I went into a hotel for four days while the process was being done. I came back into the house on Monday, and now have to hope that the bed bugs are gone. But I'm having what I call bed bug PTSD (and have been having it since I started being bitten): I afraid to sleep in the bed, and when I do I get at most 3 hours of rest; I have to keep the light on at night in the bedroom; I keep "feeling" creepy crawlies on me; have persistent bed bug and other insect nightmares all night long; and I keep seeing bugs where there may not be any. Apparently, these symptoms are typical of a lot of people who suffer from bed bugs. To be honest, there have been times when I feel like I'm going insane. Or am insane. (But part of that also stems from the feelings of isolation, loneliness, and helplessness during the pandemic the last seven months.) October will hopefully be a month where the bed bug problem is resolved if it hasn't already been, and I can try to get back to a sense of normality.
And when I say normality above, I'm talking for me in the house. The coronavirus pandemic continues unabated as the second wave is upon us, and it's looking like it's going to be even more devastating than the first wave when the virus started. Especially when combined with the flu season, and the similarity of symptoms between the two. Part of me thinks that the governmen will have to put into play another full isolation and lockdown set-up, but I'm hoping that's not the case.
Anyway, here's hoping that October is a better, more comfortable month, and that winter doesn't strike too early or too hard at all. ::knock on wood::
In the meantime, let pumpkin madness strike. :)