“Want some cantaloupe?” I asked Tom.

“We’re already married so we cantaloupe,” he said.

LMAO!

Going to stay up as late as I can to help steer my schedule toward my appointment with Dr. O. It shouldn’t jeopardize Thanksgiving week when Aly should be here.

Went to my GYN thinking I would be sorry I wasted my time but I actually learned something quite valuable that I wish I’d known a long time ago. That’s that using the Cottonelle wet wipes is actually making me worse. She said even the ones for sensitive skin aren’t good. Aly said they irritated her as well. The doctor recommended I get Tucks instead.

She could see quite a bit of irritation down there and could barely get the speculum in because it was painful. It hurt when she took the swab she took to make sure I didn’t have any infections, which we don’t think I do.

I told her about visiting Folsom Dermatology and asked her about Gold Bonds and hydrocortisone. She looked up the active ingredient in Gold Bonds and said it shouldn’t harm anything but I mostly use that for when I get heat rashes in the groin area as opposed to the LP on my pussy.

It took her a while to find the information because Mercy’s system thought she was frolicking around so they make it hard to browse for information at times.

Hydrocortisone is in the same family as Clobetasol and Mometasone. She thinks my best bet is to go back on Mometasone and use it until it starts burning again. I have to remember to use a teeny bit otherwise it gets in my bloodstream and makes me tired.

We stopped at Walmart afterward but they were out of stock of Mometasone. That was fine, though, because he’s going to stop after work tomorrow anyway to pick some things up so he’ll get it then.

When we got home, Dr. G’s nurse left a message while he was enjoying the cooked hot dog and macaroni and cheese he got and I was partially enjoying my overcooked breaded shrimp and tilapia. I called back and she told me the same exact shit the doctor told me barely an hour ago. rolls eyes

The bad thing is that my right hip started killing me yesterday. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to continue working out this hard. I’ve taken today off and have had to take Ibuprofen and ice it. I’m not going to lose weight anyway. Yes, I dropped from 157.2 to 153.8 but now my body is going into reset mode. I’m not stuck (as in constipated) but my body is holding onto its weight for dear life by not burning what I’ve eaten today and jumping higher than it usually does during the day. I can tell I’m going to be up 2 pounds tomorrow. I don’t know why my body does this or why it feels it needs to keep the extra weight but it will simply not give it up no matter what I do. Once I get down to 152-153 it refuses to drop any more weight. I’m guessing the Hashimoto’s is making it think it needs it or something because I never had this problem before my thyroid crapped out.

Other than burning, itching, and a bum hip, I’ve been feeling wonderfully calm. I know the meds are going to catch up to me sooner or later, though.

I got the toe rings and they’re just slightly big. These are the ones with colored flowers and colored butterflies. They make for a good backup if anything happens to the toe rings I’m wearing right now.

We went to the pool at 4:00 and it was absolutely gorgeous. There were a few people there that were nice. The water was beautiful and it was fun.

I put a tea sampler in the cart for our next Amazon order, plus I’m also going to try white chocolate mocha tea which ought to be interesting.

I also found an adorable tote bag with a picture of a Berkshire rat on both sides. They have all kinds of animals and quite a variety of each one, too. I wish I could have found a review on the ones I checked out to see if anyone says the picture isn’t as clear as it appears to be online.

I have half a dozen or so more bronze figurines waiting for our big December order. I’ve got a few embracing couples and some ballerinas.

Saw Ray and his mutt as we were on our way out. As usual, he turned away and started talking to someone next to him when he recognized the car. At least that’s what appeared to be the case. His fucking house is still for sale. How much longer is this bastard going to be here? I can’t send the Facebook message I want to send him until we’re out of here. I mean I could but I would prefer to remain on good terms with the Twenties who are good friends with the asshole who I know damn good and well won’t hesitate to tell them about it. If the mouth is still alive when we move, it will get a piece of my mind then. Until then I’d like it gone.