We Can't Make People Care in 2025

  • Jan. 13, 2025, 1:33 p.m.
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Doing this entry as I soak my thumb in vinegar. I forgot to do it yesterday. The nail is definitely better.

Last night, I decided to give the antihistamine spray a try to see if it would help me sleep better since it says it causes drowsiness. It put me to sleep, but it didn’t help me stay asleep. I still woke up a lot.

At one point, I had one of the classic nightmares… about a giant spider. Then I dreamed we were living close to another house, pretty much as close as we are to the other houses on our sides here. Through the living room, we could see a couple of Muslim women on their roof laying down the tar paper that goes beneath shingles. I was amazed that they could do it in such long, flowing dresses and with the headscarves they were wearing.

Anyway, I really hope all I’ll need to sleep with will be the nasal pillow because I definitely can no longer sleep with nothing. I got up, took my thyroid pill, took out the dilator, and ripped off the nasal strip thinking I would be up for the day. Realizing I was still tired, I got back in bed with nothing and had difficulty breathing, making these snorting sounds thanks to the narrowing of the collapsed valve. So unless I ever have surgery, I can kiss the days of sleeping with nothing goodbye.

Also, I don’t think the antihistamine made much of a difference in the airflow. The steroid spray seems to make it a little better, but I don’t know if it really will in the end, and that’s not an on-demand thing like the antihistamine is.

Tom is finally back to donating, although he’ll have to have a physical before he does it. His proteins are back up to a satisfactory level in his blood.

Later today, I will be getting the UTI test. Still have some burning and still not sure if it’s all menopause-related or not. Let’s just say I have a feeling I’m going to see colors I don’t want to see when it comes to the WBC. Might still not be a UTI—other things can cause those to be present in urine.

The other day, I got to missing Officer (Teddy Bear) Johnson. On and off throughout the years, I’ve wondered what was going on with her. She would be in her early 60s these days, and now that we’re older, I wonder how her health is. I have no hard feelings toward her for not coming to see me. Yes, I was hurt for a while, but that was my own fault because back then I took things much too seriously compared to these days. She did have a right to change her mind in the end, after all. I just don’t have enough information about her to locate her. I know that that’s what I once thought about Palma, although I managed to find her. The problem is that Johnson is a much more common last name.

I don’t think AI is sophisticated enough to be fed what little I know and do a search for her. Maybe some of the really sophisticated ones you have to pay for could do it, but not the free ones. I’ve never been curious enough about anyone to pay for information, and I doubt I ever will be. Not sure what I would say other than, “Hello, I hope you’re doing well,” if I ever found her contact info but if I did, I’m about 100% sure there’d be no reply. If she really wanted to see me, she would have. Also, I don’t always allow contact, but social media has been around for 15 years, and she’s had a chance to get through to me if she really wanted to. But honestly, I doubt she even remembers my name. Can’t make people care who don’t.Web Analytics


Last updated January 13, 2025


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