It’s like any normal Sunday evening at home, really. The clothes dryer is humming hypnotically. My husband is playing a video game and occasionally shouting stuff like “Get the sniper!” and “He’s shooting an orb!” into the headset that he uses to talk to other players. My pet parrot is all fluffed up and happily beak-crunching beneath his electric heating lamp.
And I’m putzing around on the internet, as usual, oscillating between Twitter and Facebook.
But I’ll admit it: I’ve got a little twinge of nervousness in my gut. After all, if Hurricane Sandy hits Central Pennsylvania hard, then I’m sure tomorrow evening in my apartment will look quite different from tonight. No internet. No heating lamp. No video games. No appliances.
I think we’re fairly prepared. After all, I’m one of those “couponer people”, according to the lady who was behind me in line at CVS last week. She grumbled and ranted as I bought shampoo, conditioner, dish soap, styling products, and tuna fish for pennies on the dollar. (I did my best to ignore her. After all, it was the idea of couponing that lured me out of the confines of agoraphobia last year around this time.)
Anyway, my point: I have a pretty nice stockpile of quasi-necessities. We’re certainly not going to run out of Dawn or shampoo or Chapstick or razors anytime soon. I’ve got plenty of canned food, too.
But yet, all of the Frankenstorm panic has gotten me into a bit of a tizzy. Today, I couldn’t find any C or D batteries on the shelves at my local drug stores or supermarkets. (Every flashlight I own seems to take C or D batteries.) Every single cart I walked past at Wegmans had a 35-bottle case of water inside. This morning, when I was visiting family in a county that’s expected to receive the brunt of Sandy, people were hanging out in a Home Depot parking lot and flocking around every delivery truck that pulled up. Their hopeful prize? A $600 generator.
I feel mostly prepared. I cleared off my deck and turned my porch furniture upside-down so it sits more securely. I clustered all of my potted plants together and weighed a few of them down with dirt and rocks. I bought some water, but not a massive amount. I made some ice cubes. I did enough laundry to last me for a few days. I refilled meds.
But there’s something about that ultra-dramatic weather.com video jingle music that gets me queasy. I’m addicted to watching and reading storm-related news right now — after all, understanding what to expect is comforting. I mean, it’s not COMFORTING, really — it’s…well, satisfying? Maybe?
I don’t know. I’m having trouble finding the right word here. I just don’t like uncertainty, so I feel compelled to watch #sandy updates on Twitter and to refresh weather.com periodically.There we go: certainty. Understanding what to expect provides me with a sense of certainty. (But isn’t that true by definition?!)
While soaking in all of this information might help to make me more certain, it definitely jars my nerves.
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From Psych Central's website:
Prepping for Hurricane Sandy: Handling "What If" Thoughts | Panic About Anxiety (October 29, 2012)
Last reviewed: 28 Oct 2012