I got the pumice stones Andy sent to help clean water stains in our toilet bowls, I amazingly have a doctor’s appointment, and my rats are butt fucking. LOL, looks that way, anyway. As any rat behavior research will tell you, when the opposite sex isn’t available, the same sex will do. At least they can’t knock each other up. :) 

It’s official. Tom will be seeing a male Arabian doctor next week and I will be seeing a female Ecuadorian doctor next month. We’re thinking I can get into the specialist in mid-December. Tom thinks it will be good for me to have another month to continue recovering and not have to worry about it. Also, I don’t want to start medication while Andy's visiting and have to worry about the potential side effects when trying to enjoy his visit. As Tom also points out, this way it will be closer to the New Year since I don’t like that there is a 4 in this year. 4 has always seemed to be a very unlucky number for me, and other than our trip to Hawaii and being in good financial standing, this year sure has had its rough spots. Having side effects so bad you think you accidentally OD’d and may die is no fun at all. 

Although I’ll miss Doc C, I will not miss Sutter at all! They are not only disorganized, incompetent idiots, they took me, a healthy woman who was fit for her age, not overly fat, with a minor condition that should be medicated but isn’t presently critical, and left me basically unmonitored while I suffered inhumane side effects and was told to keep taking the shit that was causing them, and then to see a shrink so I could “deal” with the anxiety that the meds were 95% responsible for. 

The one thing no one can take away, unfortunately, is the horrible memories of those panic-filled moments of fight or flee the shit sent my mind and body into. I felt like I was going to die at times! I still can’t believe how one can have a 99% oxygen reading yet STILL feel like they’re about to suffocate to death. It was the absolute worst feeling I ever experienced along with the booming heart that would suddenly occur while I was just sitting there with nothing bad on my mind at all. 

Don’t get me wrong, though. Going back to the doctors and back on meds is still a scary thought after what happened. Doc C was right about some of the anxiety coming from me (we just didn’t want me being doped up or getting addicted to happy pills). But I will hopefully get over my fears and phobias in time just like I did with the dentist after the county quack I saw when we were broke turned pulling that molar into a nightmare. Before that, having teeth pulled wasn’t a big deal for me. I’d had all 4 wisdoms pulled and an impacted baby tooth. Braces were a bit rough, but still nothing like Mr. County Quack. 

Later… 

I don't know what shocks me more, how well the pumice works that Andy sent, or how something so rough could fail to scratch the bowls up to holy hell and back! I so do appreciate him sending them! I thought it would take forfuckingever to get the stains off - IF it really worked - but nope. Took no time at all to do both toilets, though I'll admit I'm not striving for total perfection with these ancient bowls since we're going to replace them at some point. 

I’m enjoying the peace until next door, along with the park workers, come to steal it away for the day. Yesterday sucked. Next door had a carpet cleaning company here that was insanely loud. It went on for about 45 minutes. 

Enough of their loud services already! If it isn’t them making the racket, they’re hiring people to do it for them. 

I guess Virginia only wears the same color, too. Where Bob wears only white shirts, she wears only pink. Nothing wrong with that, of course, it’s just a little odd to see someone wearing the same thing every time you see them. 

What was strange was that the SUV stayed here while the carpet was being done. I’m guessing someone picked them up or they hung out with someone at the park. If they’re back into their usual routine, the first trip out will occur by 8:30. The garage door is closed, but I’m guessing that’s cuz of all the stuff they’ve got in there right now. I just hope they’re not living it up out there today (along with anyone else) in ways that override my sound machine. The thing was certainly useless against that carpet cleaner as well as that tree service! 

Also yesterday, the park landscapers seemed to be doing the same damn areas over and over again. You’d never believe you were in a retirement community! For about 5 hours it was one distraction after another. 

Nane’s back, but probably wishes she wasn’t. Kein mehr Sonne und Meer für ihre, LOL.