My room has a single-paned window and uninsulated exterior doors. I have several layers of plastic taped over the window, and have shoved my packages of toilet paper and my laundry against the door to block the draft. My bathtub is full of hot water, and I'm burning a half-dozen candles (in safe, fire-proof holders). I'm wearing long underwear, sweat pants, several tops, and am under a goosedown duvet and several fleecy blankets. I have a hot mug of tea next to me. And I'm still cold.
My landlord really, really, really wants us tenants to move out. But no matter what, I'm staying here until the official demolition date of the building (still to be determined), so he'll have to rent me a unit in the new condo tower that will replace my apartment.
I ordered a case of 120 reflective foil emergency blankets online. I gave a bunch to my co-workers with cars, in case they go off the road and need to stay warm. After my doctor's appointment today, I handed out some to homeless people. They seemed quite appreciative.
I've been coughing non-stop since I visited Kosovo. I originally blamed it on the air pollution, but I should have hacked out all the soot by now. I went to my doctor today; he prescribed a puffer, and sent me for chest x-rays in case it's something else.
The pharmacist that always messes up my prescription recognizes my face and addresses me by name. I don't think he likes me, as I keep whining when he tries to give me something other than what my doctor prescribed.
My OCD support group meeting is tomorrow night. I'm not sure if I should go. During the last meeting (which was then followed by the annual OCD support group Christmas party at The Pickle Barrel Restaurant), I made the mistake of telling the real reason why I went to Kosovo. It freaked out a few people, and I don't want to make them uncomfortable again.