Virginia was whisked away by ambulance again last night at 3:30 in the morning. I got up in the early afternoon to heavy rain and haven’t gone over there to find out what’s going on. More than likely she overdoing it trying to prepare for those 26 people that I’m starting to suspect won’t be showing up tomorrow after all. Sure hope it was nothing serious anyway! Don’t know if she’s still in the hospital or back home.

Being Christmas Eve, I’m really hoping the fucking planes will give me the night off since they’ve been really annoying the last few nights but I’m hearing one right now and this is about when they become more annoying until after midnight. As I said, this is the one place I just can’t get any peace at night or day.

I slept so-so. Not bad but not great since I did wake up several times along the way.

OMG, I am so fucking sick of notifications disrupting me when I’m trying to use Google Docs! This is the fourth time between two different people but some notifications I don’t want to turn off and then later forget to turn them back on.

As I was saying until I had my train of thought interrupted, I woke up tired and ended up taking a nap for about an hour or so a couple of hours after getting up. Then I managed to do 23 minutes on the treadmill while I did a puzzle but I’m still tired. I read that it could be connected to hypertension. Tom and I don’t think it’s chronic fatigue because I don’t have some of the symptoms. I know no one gets every symptom but I don’t think it’s that. I sure hope not! My God, I’ve had enough of the health issues! If I’m meant to be tired the rest of my life just like I’m meant to be farsighted, fat and gray, I don’t know if I can ever really get used to it. I hope I can but better yet, I hope I get my energy back someday and for more than 5 minutes. I’m back on vitamin D so we’ll see if that helps.

I also went back on the ACV shots because my skin has been worse since I stopped. I was itching everywhere yesterday. Still with the groin rash that comes and goes. It seems like as soon as I back it off with a mix of hydrocortisone and Gold Bonds, it returns. Am I really that big or is it something else?

I worry about my anxiety being right around the corner waiting to strike again. It just “feels” like it’s close. The thing is that whether or not it’s connected to the medication or something gone haywire with my brain chemistry, there’s nothing I can do about it either way. I need this medication and I can’t rewire my brain, so unless the shrink can find the proper remedy for me without killing me along the way, there isn’t really much I can do about it.

I let Campbell’s Chunky Soup have it on Twitter because they could have choked me to death on the little piece of black plastic I found in my New England clam chowder. I guess the equipment they manufacture things on contains some plastic. When I did a check, I found that they’ve had this problem going back over a decade. Well, you would think they would have gotten their shit together by now and made sure it doesn’t happen again.

In light of someone cloning one of my Facebook friend’s account and attempting to friend me, I would like to warn anybody I’m connected to there that they should never receive a friend request from me. If they do, it isn’t me. I have ONE account with my real name. I’ve had this account for over a decade and I don’t catfish or go account hopping to try to hide or cover my tracks from whatever shady shit these guys do, so please report any friend requests in my name.

I had this weird dream about being on some mostly deserted beach somewhere with Tom and I mentioned something about it being more valuable than other beaches.

“No, it’s in the wood,” Tom told me.

So I started looking for pieces of driftwood to inspect and try to figure out how it may be more valuable than driftwood from other beaches.

Then I had a dream Nane was my girlfriend and I lived with her. Only instead of being a financial advisor, she was a US Marshal. Because she was constantly away from home, I was left alone. I mean really alone. Because of her job, it made me a potential target for retaliation so I had to be hidden away in this small room or house. Although I had everything I needed there, I couldn’t leave the place and felt very alone. It was true solitary confinement.

Due to being isolated for long periods at a time I began to fall into a deep depression and realized that our so-called relationship had to end since she was much more married to her job than she would ever be to me.

When she returned after chasing after some fugitive overseas, she was all excited and greeted me with a smile, saying she had a surprise for me. Then she saw how depressed and out of it I looked and her face turned worried. Regardless, she went on to tell me it was over. She was quitting her job and would now be around for me all the time. I think we both expected me to be excited but at that point, it was like I had given up on us already. The dream ended then so I don’t know if I left her or she made good on her word to stay home more often.