I’m back! I missed it here. Still not sure I want to allow comments. Do I really want to have to block anyone that can’t take responsibility for their own overly sensitive feelings by not reading people’s journals if they’re that easily offended? No, I don’t, and while I hate to block those I do want to hear from and have a few occasional trolls spoil it for the many good people here, it’s my journal and I’m not going to concern myself with having to sensor this and that because a few people can’t handle it and have to harass me for whatever. I’m not obligated to hold back on saying that I hate cold and snow just because some may disagree. I’m only one of millions of bloggers out there, guys. Remember that if I don’t cut it for you, there are tons of other blogs to check out. No one will ever be forced to read me. Also, if those I’m friends with really want to contact me, I’m pretty sure they know other ways to reach me. :)
Had a dream my TSH score was 54. I hope that’s not a sign that my thyroid is dying off some more! Hard to believe it would be 54 with treatment when it was 32 without.
Facebook says: “People You May Know doesn’t use things like your current location, info from third-party apps or search history to make friend suggestions. People on Facebook won’t know you’ve searched for them or visited their profile.”
Wow, really? That only adds to the mystery of Facebook, though. Dixie swears she’s never created a Facebook account, yet Dixie T was recommended to me. No, I never looked for her but how did Facebook know I knew a Dixie T? I never would have mentioned her full name on Facebook for any reason, and we certainly don’t have a mutual workplace, nor are we tagged in the same photo or members of the same groups, which they say is what their suggestions are based on.
When Doc H, Holly and Shannan were suggested to me, I first thought it was because I messaged them. And then I thought no, it was because they actually read my messages since they weren’t suggested right away. The doc is still being recommended, but for some reason, Holly and Shannan aren’t.
Here’s where it gets really weird. One of my PCP’s nurses was recommended to me. Now what common ground do we supposedly have? Maybe because she works for the same medical group in which I shared a review of my old endo.
And what about a complete stranger in Scranton, Pennsylvania being recommended to me? Unless she’s a member of the few groups I follow, I’m not sure why she would be recommended. We don’t have any mutual friends.
As I’ve recently mentioned, I’ve often wondered if the dream I had in the 90s with my grandmother telling me to pick new goals and dreams was really her from the other side. The more I think about it, though, if the dead could communicate through our dreams, why not more messages like, “I love you and I miss you?” Or how about, “Don’t take those vitamins, take these instead because they’ll be better for you?” Why not that instead of just, “Pick new goals and dreams?”
Tom needed a few things from Amazon so I’m getting more nail strips. It’s just a $6 pack with a set of gold metallic nails and a set of silver ones.
My weight is now starting to go down but that’s probably because I’ve been totally ketosis these last couple of days. Maybe it would gradually keep going down if I stuck to it but just like it’s hard to stick to a low-calorie diet due to being hungry, it’s hard to stick to this because of the lack of variety.
UPDATE: Ah, fuck it. LOL, I’ll allow comments.
Last updated July 30, 2020