Last week I was sick. Like hella-sick. Like sick like whoa.
I have no way to gauge whether or not I’m being dramatic since I was quarantined in my apartment during this sickness, but I felt awful. So awful that even trying to type while laying on the couch exhausted me. I slept. A lot. And watched a fair amount of less than stimulating television.
Why didn’t I just change the channel? Well. About 6 weeks ago, my darling dog decided to chew the DirecTV remote in my absence. Roo doesn’t do anything half-assed, and she put the expected amount of effort into destroying the remote, rendering it useless. I ordered another remote, but it doesn’t work. No, really–it doesn’t work. I’m not just being a stupid girl here. I can program a remote, but this sucker is seriously malfunctioning.
At some point, I will deal with this situation, but for now, my way of dealing with it is to not deal with it. Very adult of me, I know. For the time being, I have to go all 1985 and get off the couch to change the channel or watch anything on my DVR. I can’t even fast forward through the commercials. It’s quite traumatic.
I have a point, I promise. In fact, I’ll go ahead and get to it.
In my ill state, I could barely roll over, let alone get up to change the channel, which had me stuck on one local channel for most of 3 full days. That left me with 3 hours of local news each day. No one should watch 3 hours of local news. Ever. It’s a bad scenario. Besides having the same stories regurgitated again and again, it would appear that there’s a fair amount of crime in DC at the moment, and I proceeded to become increasingly freaked out and scared to leave my apartment. This wasn’t just paranoia, this was genuine concern.
- Someone was held up 3 blocks from my apartment at 3 pm on Wednesday.
- Another person was held up 5 blocks away at 5 pm the same day (you know I started following the DC police twitter feed. duh.)
- A car window was smashed in front of my building, just a few cars away from where my car was parked.
- A group of young women was “intimidated” (video evidence!) on the Metro and robbed
- A girl was assaulted and robbed while running on a trail at 11 am on Friday.
The last story was some quality local reporting at its best:
They took her jacket! They took her iPhone! And then . . . they took off!
Anyway, the point is that there’s, like, a lot of crime going on very close to where I live, and I’m not cool with that. I used to feel pretty safe in my neighborhood, but now? Not so much. I mean, I walked 5 minutes to pick up a (vegan) pizza on Saturday evening, and I was hyper-aware. I didn’t carry a bat with me or anything, but I did walk down a busier street and pay more attention to the people around me. I’m a little afraid of pepper spray, but I do have some, and you had better believe it’s on my keychain in all it’s cumbersome glory!
City peeps: How do you stay safe?
If you’re not in a city, do you take extra safety precautions?
I admit, I’m still in my suburban mindset. I need to do more to keep myself safe! Although, having a dog with me almost all the time is a pretty good start!