And so begins the onslaught of Laubsaugers, lightheads and firecrotches. :( At least anxiety isn’t in the mix. But yeah, the lightheadedness and the burning in the crotch have returned. I just DREAD the day the anxiety returns! And there’s still nothing to say that it won’t either since it hasn’t been more than half a year yet. The burning is worse than the lightheadedness, though.

Dehydration. That’s another thing that the hematologist said could cause an elevated white blood cell count but I’m definitely not dehydrated. If anything I probably drink more than the average person.

I’m seriously considering no longer sharing my book links in blogs. I am so fucking sick of hearing people say they’ll buy my book but don’t. I can only tell what countries sales have been made in and not the individual buyers, but the number of sales is basically a good indicator telling me if all these people followed through on their word or not. Funny, though, how many people suddenly wish they had a Kindle or are so broke that they just can’t afford a lousy $.99. One of my younger followers in New Zealand is going to buy my book as soon as she “figures out” how to get a Kindle. Yeah, right. You figure it out, Nicole. If people aren’t interested then I wish they just wouldn’t say anything at all. Instead, it seems that people feel obligated to say something, even if it’s not true.

Smiling to myself in anticipation of sending Stacey a message on Facebook but I want to wait until the end of the month or the beginning of next month. Definitely not sending it on Valentine’s Day! I drafted a message several months ago and I’ll begin editing it soon. I just didn’t want to jinx anything I might have said so that’s why I didn’t polish it up sooner.

My black Goodwill doll’s head came off. The spring broke and she’s not worth fixing as she was quite old and only cost a few bucks. I put another doll on the rocking chair where she used to sit. A gorgeous, realistic hundred-dollar doll I got on Amazon.

I don’t remember much in the way of dreams. A split second of being wheeled on a gurney by my dentist while I was very sleepy, and something about astral projection. I was telling someone that when I fell asleep, a part of me floated out of my body in the way that those that have had near-death experiences have described and up to the ceiling which was pretty high for the room I was sleeping in. It was a freaky experience and so I urged myself awake to come down from the ceiling before I could go through the roof.