I fell this morning. I am soooooo pissed. We got 3" snow overnight and the plow came by minutes before I set off for my walk. Half a block from my house, and boom! I was on the ground. The plow had made the road as slick as ice. I heard a snap when my bum and hand hit the ground. My right hand. My dominant hand. There isn't any swelling but my hand is useless, I couldn't even turn the key in the door when i got home. Halfway through the walk I had to cradle my hand with my other hand. Did I mention how pissed I am? I got through the entire icy winter and to have this happen in the worst month of what is turning out to be the worst year? It will be a real blast trying to type on the keyboard for work today. I will wait to seek medical attention since I have a $2000 deductible and house insurance and property taxes are due soon. Hopefully it is just a bad sprain like a few years ago. From which my wrist never fully healed. I hate March. I hate March. I hate March.

Fortunately I wrote the following earlier this morning.

The bulb garden I bought 10 days ago has started to bloom, the hyacinth filling my house with its wonderful aroma. These bulb gardens are an annual March tradition to get me through the month. It will be at least another month before there are spring flowers outside. Which reminds me, I planted some bulbs under the mulberry trees last fall, but I can't remember what kind lol!

I've been following the blog of an Asian woman in this area. Yesterday she applied for a passport and when she and her fiance arrived home from the appointment, a fully armed ICE gang was patrolling her street. Her birth certificate is with the passport office. Shortly after she and her fiance got into the house with their child, there was a knock on the door. She didn't answer. Is this what the thugs are doing now, going after nonwhite people who have applied for passports, because they have no proof of citizenship because it is with the passport office??? It is sickening if true.

I still have that credit card I found that matched the immigrant ID I'd found in January. I thought about calling the bank about it, but honey said what if the person's spouse is still here and using the account? The card would be canceled and she'd have no access to money. Fair enough. Honey says to shred it. But that just seems wrong. I just know in my heart this person was kidnapped by the thugs and his ID and access to money thrown out the car window by the thugs. I feel if I shred it, I will essentially make him disappear, out of sight, out of mind, forgotten. But keeping it intact, I am keeping him alive and letting him know that a stranger cares about what has happened. It makes sense to me, as dumb as it is, and has no effect on his well-being. I just feel a connection to him through this card. The card sits on the stand by the door so I see it every time I go in or out, reminding me.

My work teammate rocked yesterday and I let her know I noticed. She tends to put things off sometimes and can miss deadlines, so it was good to know she can actually get it done when under pressure.

I discovered there is a difference between an anxiety attack and a panic attack, i thought it was the same thing. Based on the symptoms, I've been having panic attacks ever since the thugs invaded my state, not anxiety attacks. I've not had either before, so while I knew it wasn't a heart attack, I also wasn't quite sure what I was dealing with. They occur less frequently, thank goodness. I can handle it.

I tried to get serious about booking a cabin last night, but I can't decide which resort! I've narrowed it down to two. One doesn't have the availability on the weekend I want but it would be more peaceful there. I don't know.