So Locked-In is now live and waiting for sales and reviews. I just had the cover picture repositioned so the chain isn’t too close to the edge of the cover, and added my middle name. These simple changes that should be instantaneous are going to take up to 72 hours, so I don’t know if the original link will still work once the changes are visible.

I’m so glad I made an appointment at the lab today otherwise I would have been waiting for at least an hour. On their big-screen TV, you can see how much time each patient has. It was nice to be in and out, though. Even if the place was dead and peaceful, sitting for an hour in a waiting room isn’t my idea of a good time.

Tom said someone complained while I was in with the vampire about being there an hour and wanted to know why others could just walk right in. I guess not everyone knows that you can make an appointment. I also like how you can check in on the little tablets they have set up instead of having to wait and check in at the desk.

Anyway, because I was anxious yesterday I expected to get hit with anxiety today, but so far I’m okay. Not sure I want to push it and take my medication tomorrow, though. We’ll see how I feel. I remember from the last time I got really bad with the 88 mcg attempt that there were days when I didn’t feel that anxious. The anxiety kind of zigzagged upward before it came to a head. So just because I feel calmer today doesn’t mean I won’t be anxious tomorrow. For the first time in my life, though, I’m actually hoping my TSH is high because that would point much more toward the perimenopause than the medication. But sadly, as much as I would like to believe that the perimenopause has been responsible for most of the anxiety I’ve experienced over the last few years, I know better. It’s the meds. My TSH is back in the single digits.

The weather is hot and unusually humid. It almost reminds me of the monsoon season in Arizona. From what Tom said he read, Tammy should be getting slammed with rain but not evacuated due to Hurricane Irma.

Last night or the night before I was annoyed with the planes again. I hear some buzzing around up there right now. Really hope it’s not going to be going on for too long.

What I’m really, REALLY sick of is that fucking car. That house isn’t going to sell this year if it sells it all. Last night it came and went after midnight. Just because we assumed they got evicted doesn’t mean they definitely did. Therefore a part of me wonders if we should ask the office if they know they have a 20-something living here who clearly isn’t a caretaker and who comes and goes in their insanely loud car night and day, but I’m not sure what good it would do. It really sucks that their job didn’t last long because then I only heard them four times a day during the week. But as Tom pointed out, even if the office learned about them right now, eviction takes time. It’s not like they could be thrown out in a month.

Also, wishing the car would end up totaled is pointless because they’re the type that would replace it with something just as loud. This car isn’t naturally this loud. They made it this loud. As I always said about those with insanely loud car stereos, I really have to wonder about anyone who feels the need to get the attention of people they don’t even know. Why is it so damn important to them that the people they pass by hear them? Were they stifled as children that they feel such an intense desire to be heard? What happened in their life to make them that desperate, needy and insecure to put that much work and money into being acknowledged by anyone within hearing range even if they don’t know them from a hole in the wall? This isn’t only a candid show of rudeness and inconsideration, but a vivid display of serious lack of self-respect as well.

And why aren’t there laws against this kind of shit? Doesn’t this count as needless noise pollution?