Damn Leukocytes in 2025
- Jan. 16, 2025, 11:48 a.m.
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So fucking sick of these daily helicopters. They’re worse on weekends, though.
Had decent energy yesterday but today I’m exhausted. I woke up a million times. I still fear I’m not meant to sleep well no matter what I do. Really hope I’m wrong but we’ll find out as soon as I can get my hands on another CPAP. Every time it annoys me, I’m going to remember how badly I want to have more energy more often and stop replacing the traffic wake-up calls with snoring wake-up calls.
Anyway, I still have burning down there and I did a second urinalysis test and the strip was the same color. A couple of things were almost borderline, but not quite. Tom thinks it’s just how I am now, but I’m not sure what to think. I researched the possibilities and I don’t have lupus and my A1C isn’t out of control. Also, since there’s only a 1% chance of cancer, if I read correctly, and I don’t have other symptoms like flank pain or stomach pain, I’m just not sure what the hell to think. Maybe I can get some answers from Rhonda tomorrow, although I suspect she may want me to go to the lab.
I’d love to do a piss test when I’m not burning and see what the colors are then. We have tons of strips. So many that, as gross and funny as this may sound, we even tested the rat. The silly little thing has a habit of going on her upper shelf instead of taking the time to go downstairs to her bedding. She has a surprising amount of protein in her pee for one that doesn’t eat much protein. It’s not good for their skin.
Really beginning to wonder just where those spots came from. Another thing that may sound gross but something I’m curious about just the same—given their placement on my undies, I question which portal they emerged from. Haven’t noticed any in a while, though. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s no big deal, but it sure is annoying.
The only thing that doesn’t make sense about the vision I had was the “for sale” sign being on a stake driven into the ground. They don’t do that in this park. They just tape the signs to their lanais.
I’m just wondering when Florida is going to feel like Florida again! The heat has had to run all day, and that just seems all wrong. It shouldn’t be running in the middle of the afternoon in this state.
I was thinking of Andy earlier. I miss him, but not his thinking everything everyone says is a lie and assuming we’re all the same. I wonder if he would still be digging through Stevie’s trash periodically if we were still in Phoenix. I was laughing when I was remembering those days. I’ve seen the house—well, with what little I could see of it from the street—but I never participated in any of those trash raids. But he would tell me everything he found and it was pretty funny. Nothing was funnier than Sally, the girl singing and playing guitar on a cassette. I don’t think I ever heard anything sound as bad as that! LOL. No wonder the damn thing ended up in Stevie’s trash if she even heard it to begin with. I’ll have to look through some of my ’90s entries and see what else was found. I think there were some receipts for beauty products and something about doctors. Pretty sure he took Michelle with him on one of these endeavors.
The connection he made with Stevie’s mom was cool too.
I don’t miss Maliheh, but I sure miss Nane at times. That’s ok. We can still ravish each other in my stories. I don’t think I’ll ever miss anyone as much as I miss Aly, though!
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