After Swell shut down—an app where you left audio clips about whatever you wanted to talk about—I started doing Spaces on X. Then I tried Ramblio, which sucked. Then my cyber bud told me about Storible, and I like it better than Swell! I’ll use it mostly when I’m on nights. It’s a little easier to navigate, and I like that unwanted invites aren’t forced on us. I also like that people have to reply in text rather than with their voices, so I don’t have to sit and listen to long, rambling, repetitive replies.
Had to skip a dose, not because my med is making me anxious, but because it’s fucking with my sleep. I’ve also felt warm. It usually takes a couple of skips, but I don’t like to skip two days in a row. I think my thyroid levels are ramping up, and that’s why I’m having so many sleep disruptions, where it’s so fragmented and broken up where I’m up for an hour or two in the middle of my sleep.
My eyes look like I no longer have to worry about any setbacks with that, but I still have some burning that has me worried I might still have a UTI. Besides, the leukocytes were up the last time. As long as it doesn’t get to be too big a deal and I don’t start having stomach or flank pain, I’ll just live with it because I’ve had it with pills and doctors. Hopefully, it’s just the usual menopausal bullshit, which can feel like infections.
I saw a video that was a reminder of precisely why I would never want to be in a nursing home. This wasn’t a nursing home, but a woman who just had to have an emergency C-section, who was filmed by her fiancé as a nurse told her, “All this drama is so unnecessary.”
“I just lost my child,” the woman said. “I heard its heartbeat a little while ago, and then I lost it.”
“You want to be traumatized,” the despicable nurse said.
Fortunately, the bitch lost her job. What a horrible way to treat someone! The point is that people like that aren’t just in jails, on police forces, or in places like Valleyhead. They’re everywhere. They’re in every field imaginable, and that includes healthcare, a place you’d think they would be least likely to be.
I’ve completely given up on trying to get Tom to do things in and around the house. I asked him to dust and vacuum his room, but he won’t do it. He won’t take care of the weeds outside either. The only thing he’ll do is try to get grass to grow by adding seed and watering it, which he claims is to give himself more exercise, but I don’t buy it. He doesn’t do this kind of stuff unless he has to, and I’m afraid he’s just bowing down to the park and giving in to demands he’s not telling me about. He knows I’ll go storming down to that office to set things straight and remind them that we’re paying customers and too old to be told what to do if I find out there have been any complaints.
We were talking about what we would do if, God forbid, this place were ever wiped out by a hurricane. He mentioned U.S. territories, but not Puerto Rico, since it’s overpopulated there. I checked the cost of living and the number of storms per year on the inhabited territories, but it’s way too expensive, and I would be woken up by storms more there than I am here. West Virginia is pretty cheap, and it has some pros to it, but it would certainly be colder in the winters, and it seems healthcare is one of the worst things about it. That wouldn’t be good for people like me. The conversation stemmed from an article he read about retirees leaving Florida because it’s getting more expensive here. The problem is that most of the cheaper places are either way too cold or too scummy, with shitty healthcare and higher crime. I wouldn’t want to live in Georgia, Alabama, or Mississippi any more than I would want to live in Wyoming, Montana, or Minnesota.
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