4/15/25 in 2020s

I said I would leave Pinterest if they continued to steal my pins even with a private account. Well, after a decade, I just did! I turned the account back to public, and they can take whatever they’re going to take, and the rest can sit in cyberspace indefinitely.

So yesterday was an absolutely horrible day. Again, I had such heavy fatigue that it almost felt like my body wanted to shut down. I was good for nothing in that I was able to accomplish close to nothing. I had to spend a lot of time lying around.

I made myself sleep on two pillows last night, and this morning I skipped my thyroid pill in case any of the elevated heart rate, feeling like I can’t take a deep enough breath, along with hot flashes, could be connected to being overmedicated. I couldn’t get myself to sleep on the wedge pillow because it just wasn’t comfortable, and it wasn’t a case of “do it or you might get dry socket,” one of the most painful things in the world. But I did sleep with my stomach pillow along with a regular pillow. I slept solidly for the first three hours and then started waking up, sometimes feeling breathless. At one point, I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I took half of a clonazepam. I slept on and off for a few more hours after that.

For some reason—although I’m certainly not complaining—I have more energy today. We’re guessing that it had to do with me sleeping elevated, even though I didn’t stay elevated the whole time. At one point, I couldn’t resist going down flat on my stomach. But if being elevated at least part of the time had anything to do with why I have a little more energy today, then that shows even more that sleep apnea is almost guaranteed to show up when the online medical team tests me. He’s donating today, and tomorrow morning, we’ll see if we can do an appointment then.

Once all the major medical expenses are out of the way, the first non-medical-related thing I want to get is definitely a full-wave bladder. Because while I absolutely love this bed and would take tubes over a regular mattress any day, tubes really aren’t the way to go if you’re going to get a water bed. They shift, and it’s hard to fill each one precisely at the same level, especially when you can’t see through them. It’s also hella awkward to hold them straight up, even if you could.

My TMJ has also been better the last couple of days since I looked up a YouTube video of a doctor showing how to massage the joint. You put your finger by the tragus, open your jaw slightly, and slowly trace down the mandible with your finger. It still aches if I lay on that side too long, but it seems to be a helpful exercise so far.

Speaking of how great Tom is as a handyman—he replaced the part on the dishwasher, and we decided to dry and sometimes sanitize the dishes. To save money and energy, I’ve been opening the door when it was done and letting it air dry, but this is likely causing bacteria to form deep down in the parts and clogging the sensor.

Forgot to mention that for the first time since we’ve been here, the Honker put a “no poop” sign in his side yard. Why all of a sudden, I wonder? Kind of weird for someone who has a dog of their own, too.

Our own naughty little pet decided to have fun chewing the USB cord to the salt lamp, but fortunately, she didn’t chew through the copper wiring and Tom simply taped it with electrical tape. We don’t know why, but there’s something about USB cords that really entices her to chew them. She thinks they were totally made for her chewing pleasure, but she won’t touch other cords.

This polyglot has now done seven Turkish lessons. I try to do one a day. It’s definitely different, and if you ask me, I can’t say it’s ugly or pretty. It’s just kind of there.