I’m officially done with Bubbly as I’m sick of the constant glitches. The site also runs horribly slow. Having gotten used to voice blogging as well as text blogging, I’m going to either use my phone’s recorder and send copies to my email address that I’ll save in a folder there or I’ll use the app that I found the other day. I kind of like the idea of storing my audio posts on someone else’s server instead of my computer because they do take up more space than text. However, if they’re with me they’re safer since any site can shut down at any time.

No one will be able to hear these posts which I have mixed emotions about. For the most part, I’d rather talk to myself privately, LOL. I can be more open that way and use real names and locations and still respect people’s privacy.

It’s June yet it’s 68° inside the house. It does not feel like June at all! Nonetheless, we’re looking forward to the nine days he has off after today and to the home improvements we hope to accomplish in that time. Busy month ahead… Labs tomorrow, PCP Monday, ENT Tuesday, 24th anniversary on the 15th, his 61st birthday on the 28th.

We ordered more Amberen for me as well as inner tubes for my bike since Tom noticed the back tire was flat yesterday. Apparently, when it was manufactured, the inner tube had a big defect in it with a large tear. I wonder if that’s why it didn’t ride quite as smoothly as the other one. The slime he put in the tires kept it up for a while but it’s possible that the front tire will go flat as well.

While making the order I grabbed three new stickers. A 3D fishpond sticker for the bathroom, a giant mermaid for the section of wall under the thermostat, and a moon that glows in the dark for by the front door.

Tom isn’t getting anywhere with our Medical Group so he’s going to contact the Patient Advocate Foundation and probably go with Sutter. We know they can be incompetent as well but at least they’ll see him. They better anyway! As he said, any civilized Medical Group wouldn’t tell him he had to wait 2 weeks like his dumbass doctor did for sudden deafness.

We went out walking before he went to work and noticed all the little markings once again in the road like they had when replacing the irrigation system so I’m guessing they are going to go ahead and do the fiber optics upgrade after all. I know I’ve said it a million times before but I can’t express just how sick I am of this place and the constant projects. The traffic, landscaping and planes are bad enough. Yet we can’t even go one fucking week without something going on here, and again, if you can’t get peace in a retirement community, where can you get it?

Although I don’t think my little red spot is anything to be concerned with, it does seem a little strange that it suddenly popped up out of nowhere a couple of months or so ago. Maybe it’s been there longer than I realized, I don’t know. I know it could be cancerous, but my gut feeling says it’s nothing. Same for the strange scaly dry patches. I have about four or five of those that also mysteriously appeared around the same time. I thought they were just dry patches of skin but I don’t think so. I’ve been moisturizing the hell out of them and they still feel the same. Even so, I don’t know if I’ll have time to mention it to my doctor because I have more pressing issues to address like my medication. That’s more important than minor skin blemishes that don’t annoy me nearly as much as my LP. One of my followers said that her friend’s mother noticed a spot under her eye which she ignored till a year later when they ended up having to remove part of her cheek and nose. I get that anything’s possible, but right now I just don’t think it’s anything serious.

The only other reason I may hesitate to bring it up is that I’ve had enough. The last thing I need is yet another health issue to concern myself with.

Actually, there’s just one more reason. The one that’s going to sound crazy which is why I’ll keep this private. Maybe a tiny part of me hopes it’s something deadly as that’s my ticket out of having to grow old and suffer any more shit in life. But if I’m right about not being meant to die young so as to be tortured by life for longer, then it’s definitely not cancerous.

Okay, that’s the fourth morning in a row that I’ve heard this really loud plane that may possibly be a military plane fly over the place right before 7:30. It is fucking loud as hell! The regular planes may be annoying but they can be drowned out. This one could wake me up if it makes a regular habit of flying by that loud every single fucking day. Why does the world get noisier and noisier every fucking year?

So last night I had two very long and detailed dreams. In one of them, I was at my dentist and the place was huge. It looked nothing like it really does and there were tons of plants everywhere. It seemed like I was there more for a social call than for just getting a check-up.

At one point the dentist opened the door, stuck her head out and said, “Jodi, we’re having (some kind of food), do you want some?”

I started to decline and then she convinced me to have a little.

Afterward, I walked by a room with double bunk beds in it. The doctor’s daughter sat on the top of one of them and waved to me as I passed by.

Then I was nannying for this Muslim couple’s baby boy in the other dream. I was riding in their car with them. The woman was driving with the baby next to her while I sat and back with her husband. The husband made a call and wanted me to hear it ringing for some reason, and I noticed that he knew I was deaf in the ear he was closest to and reached around to place the phone against my good ear. When I mentioned this they both admitted they had noticed my bad ear. I wasn’t happy that it was noticeable but I appreciated their honesty.

Then I started to ask them if they’d been to certain countries. I was most curious to know if they’d been to Israel to get a sense of their attitude towards Jews. They didn’t say anything specifically against them but that they hadn’t been there in a way that suggested they wouldn’t feel safe there.

Lastly, I was unwrapping a round object at their place that was wrapped in plastic, then burst out laughing when I saw it was a plastic ball and said I thought it was a head of lettuce.