A real pisser is the local dental place I called to ask if they did mouth guards for sleep apnea, who said no. Then they called while I was trying to hit the road, but I couldn’t get to the phone in time. This is the second time since surgery that the phone has prevented me from hitting the road. I’m sure they wanted to sell me something, which pisses me off since that’s abusing my number in a sense, but just in case they made a mistake, I tried to call back. Only the woman I talked to said she didn’t know who called me, so I said fuck it and blocked their number. Even if they were right next door at Toni’s place and free, I’m not interested in another 10- to 12-appointment marathon. As it is, I still have at least two appointments to get my crown at the end of the month or so. I’m not kidding when I say I don’t want to deal with anything unless I absolutely have to. I am so sick of all the fucking suffering and appointments I’ve had, and I don’t know that a mouth guard would make that much of a difference if there really is something cursing my sleep. I can breathe now, which is great, but that doesn’t mean other things won’t happen to disrupt my sleep.
Another thing that’s been pissing me off lately is Alexa. I hate the changes they forced on us. She worked fine for a decade just the way she was, but now she stays lit several seconds—and in some cases several minutes—after I ask or tell her something, and that annoys the fuck out of me with the one in the bedroom, so I had to tape over the light ring. It also annoys me because I have to wait until it goes out before I can even talk to Tom. It’s only a matter of time before I’ll no longer be able to have her read my books, and will have to either read with my eyes or consider dropping Kindle Unlimited for Audible. I’ll probably just read with my eyes. That way, I don’t have the accents to deal with and can go at my own pace.
Anyway, swollen turbinates were almost certainly my main problem. On the insides of the outer sides of the nose, I noticed these thick, callus-like things building up. I knew they hadn’t always been there, but didn’t know what they were—just that it was odd and probably shouldn’t be there.
Also, Rhonda finally called in my Diflucan.
I not only have nail ridges, but I noticed some pitting, especially in my thumbs, and I wonder if I could have a mild case of psoriasis, another autoimmune disorder, but luckily, it’s nothing like Hashimoto’s.
Going to try sleeping flat, but that can be bad for sleep apnea, no matter if you breathe from your nose or mouth, so we’ll just have to see how it goes. It’s still hard to believe that I’m suddenly going to sleep better and that my sleep isn’t cursed, but if it’s a little better, I’ll take it. A little is better than nothing. I don’t expect to have perfect energy every day, but if I can have it two-thirds of the time instead of a third of the time or less, that would be great.
I’m loving ViviBook! It showed up in my Facebook feed. You give them prompts, and they make books out of your prompts. It isn’t that this is suddenly a new thing, but I like the way it breaks it up into 15 short chapters followed by an epilogue, so you don’t have these overly long books. They take about an hour and a half to read. Some terms and descriptions are a little repetitive and silly, but it otherwise does a pretty good job. I’ve only read two of my stories so far after feeding it the synopses, and one of them was pretty close to how I originally wrote it, but the other one was a little more off. It had a lot more supernatural/fantasy in it. Anyway, it makes everything from the story to the titles to the covers. It’s a relatively new site. I can’t find an app for them, though.
Anyway… our five-week winter is over, and my candles are smelling good again!
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