Thanks, God, for another wonderful scare in life. I swear something gets off on scaring the shit out of me at times, LOL. At least it seems that way when you’re having the reaction I had earlier to my gel nail polish. Gels always smell terrible, but for some reason, this particular one really got to me. 

I cut my nails at the beginning of the month for Camp NaNoWriMo and finally decided they were long enough for one of my new temperature color-changing gels. So I started polishing away and by the time I get two nails done, my head starts to swim and my stomach burns as if I’d ingested the shit, and then my heart starts racing up a storm. I called Tom but he was on his way home anyway. As I was ending my message to him, I started feeling better. So the whole thing, as scary as it was, didn’t last long. 

I will never use gel nail polish again. Ever. Gels are a waste anyway, when you think about it because so many regular polishes now have the same staying power. Even my glow-in-the-dark polish takes a week or so before it starts chipping. 

I got tired of how my new office chair was slightly tilted and so Tom took it and gave me my old one back. My old one is a very expensive chair he got for just $6 at Goodwill several years ago. Anyone with half a brain can see/tell what a high-end chair it is. I only gave it to Tom because his crappy chair broke. So now he’s got another crappy chair, LOL, until it breaks, as he says because cheap chairs just weren’t made to support those over 200 pounds very well. I just wish more chairs, cheap or not, went an inch or two lower for us shorties. Especially since my gel cushion raises me a bit. 

Slipped my feet into my 4” slides. Ah, that’s better. 

Still miss and don’t miss Simone. As I stepped out of the shower I thought to myself, aw, that’s another water drop game she has to miss. She used to love swatting at drops of water sliding down the inside of the door. She would chase the laser light, and well, sometimes I miss running around the place with her. I don’t miss her constant whining, destructiveness and getting underfoot, though, that’s for sure. It’s also nice not to have to worry about being woken up, and to go into the laundry room where her litter box used to be and notice how good it smells in there. 

Don’t remember much in the way of dreams last night. Something about a fire breaking out in a hospital room when all the staff was in a meeting. I had to figure out how to alert them to the fire and hope they believed me. 

Then I had a dream about an old man who was very ill and had been in the care of several people. I was naming off those who had had a hand in helping him out to some other woman, and she pointed to a dark-haired woman and said she’d help him a lot, too. That person was Stacey, the last therapist I saw. I felt bad for forgetting her because she was so nice and had truly been a big help to the guy. 

My dream of having one of those life-size silicone dolls may not be just a dream after all. You can get them for a third of the cost if you buy them from Japan. They’re just not quite as nice or as realistic, but close enough. They have a bigger size range too, from 34 inches tall to 67 inches. I think it would be cool to have one around 50 inches and that’s considered medium-size in their book, which usually comes to about $2500 with shipping. Maybe I’ll Turk myself one, though it will take a few years. First I’m working on that foot-long version for just under $100, though I don’t think she’s atomically correct. 

Got a hit from Laveen, AZ. I said, “Laveen, Laveen… that sounds familiar.” Then it hit me when I pulled up the map and saw that it was a town just under Phoenix that we would drive through whenever we came to Phoenix from Maricopa or vice versa. 

I am so proud of myself! I did my first partial perimeter ride while there was still some light, Cars and people out and about since recovering from the trauma. Never thought I’d beat this thing! It took 10 minutes to come up from the RVs so I didn't another 10 minutes looping around the circle. I still won’t leave the circle when it's dark unless you're with me. I didn’t return to the dead-end behind our house. It’s not as easy to turn around up there as one might think, plus a couple of houses have security lights that pop on when I go by and I don’t like that.