Okay, this whole Frankenstorm thing is really starting to freak me out. I’m usually pretty calm when it comes to severe weather events – I’m the kind of person that likes to watch thunderstorms from my bedroom window. But all of the hype about this storm, plus the multiple states of emergency, plus my already high level of anxiety is pushing me over the edge.
I urged Jim to buy a generator – which he did yesterday (from Lowe’s – we had to get it drop-shipped from a warehouse in Newburgh so hopefully it will be delivered tomorrow). I then went on Amazon and bought a solar phone charger and two solar lanterns. I then went to Bed, Bath & Beyond and got a flashlight and a battery-powered candle (because I’ve suddenly developed a fear of setting my house on fire) and when I got home with them Jim said, “okay, I think we’ll have enough light…”
I downloaded the Red Cross hurricane app and actually went through the checklist of stuff to do before a storm, which prompted me to call in all of Ana’s prescriptions and pick them up today (including 30 more syringes of Lovenox which, thankfully, was totally covered by insurance).
I am in the process of doing all of my laundry – every last item and, to this end, have gone through and bagged tons of clothes and dropped them at a clothing drop today. I’m not even sure why.
Jim just came home with tons of canned and dry goods and a boat load of bottled water. So, we should be more than okay to last a week or even two without power and if the generator gets here then we’ll at least have heat, refrigerated food and some working lights.
Still, I’m a complete wreck. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s because I’m already stretched so thin emotionally that the prospect of apocalyptic weather is too much to bear. I don’t want to think about trees falling on houses or people I know getting hurt. There’s no anticipatory thrill for me this time. I’m just scared and tired and overwhelmed.