Derm’s office left a message saying Amy wants to do a follow-up in 4-6 weeks. Why didn’t she tell me that when we talked a couple of days ago?

Don’t know if a follow-up would do me any good. This is either going to go away on its own or it’s not. If it’s not, I don’t see what else they can do for it that they haven’t already tried. So rather than call them back today, I’m going to take a few days to think about it and weigh the pros and cons in my mind. If Tom didn’t have to take any time off to bring me there and it was free, then sure, why not? After all, I went to them for help so I should probably follow through.

On the flip side, he does have to take time off and it does cost money, and I think I’m out of options regardless of what it is. As she said, they can’t be a hundred percent sure.

Also, part of cutting down the appointments is to stop making them in the first place. Sometimes the best way to solve a problem is by inaction. This is something that doesn’t always let me ignore it, but sometimes, not doing anything is better than trying to continually try to figure out how to fix something. I’d only have some other problem if it wasn’t this and that could be worse. If this does go away, I’m sure I’ll be replaced with some new long-term problem at some point. You know it always seems to be one thing or another and it’s always long-term. It’s never for just a few weeks or months.

For now, I’m taking her advice by changing undies throughout the day but every few hours is a bit extreme, so I decided 3 times is enough. After my shower at the beginning of my day, in the middle of my day, and before bed. I was having Alexa remind me 4 hours after taking my Levothyroxine to take my vitamins. Bumped that up to 8 hours so it falls in the middle of my day and that’s when I’ll change undies. This way I can do two things at once and will be less likely to forget.

Had mild burning at the end of yesterday and a little today, too. Using the bidet every time I pee instead of just once or twice a day. Tom’s guess is that after a couple of weeks without over-treating it, it will improve and eventually go away on its own. I hope so but my only concern is how long it’s been going on. Remember, I also have a little on my armpits. One pit doesn’t have any but the other has maybe one or two little red spots of irritation.

I racked my brain trying to think of all the different things that could be irritating me and another possibility, even though it doesn’t seem likely, is my shampoo. So now I’m making a point of leaning back when I rinse my hair and squeezing my legs together. That way any soap that does hit my body is going to hit my backside.

Definitely hope the dream I had is a sign that yes, I found the off switch to my anxiety! I don’t know where I was living, but in the dream, I had gotten up not too long ago and realized I forgot to weigh in. I started to tell myself it didn’t matter because I was never going to lose weight anyway. But then I said to myself no, I’m going to weigh myself. I figured out how to stop my anxiety and now I’m going to figure out how to lose weight.

In reality, there’s nothing to “figure out,” though. I’d have to have 1000 calories a day indefinitely to maybe lose weight and I can’t live that way. That’s just not enough food.

In another dream, Aly and I were somewhere outdoors lying on these couches that were facing each other, watching a large-screen TV. In order to forward past the commercials, you had to clap your hands or tap the ground. I was “clapping” through a commercial when Larry suddenly showed up and started tickling me playfully, making me laugh like a little kid.

Then there was some dream about trying to hold my schedule for a job and I was falling asleep, exhausted.

Lastly, I had a dream I was in a small room. I don’t know if it was a room in a building or a stand-alone place but it almost looked like a small studio apartment. There was a tiny kitchenette and a small room with a twin bed. The room’s only door was a slider and it was opened to allow in a beautiful breeze. I stepped outside which I knew to be the back of the place where a cat stood and gazed around me. I wasn’t in the city. I was somewhere in the midst of a countryside with lush rolling hills. The neighboring house was about 100 feet away if not slightly more.

Because the studio had no bathroom, I walked over to an outhouse that was about 30 feet away. I was disappointed to find that its wooden walls were gone and it now had these thin canvas-like curtains surrounding it.

I looked over at the neighboring property. My place was on the top of a hill. The land sloped down into a little valley and then rose again to where the neighbor’s place stood on top of their own hill. I saw a guy in his twenties to early thirties in a tux walking around the place. If he were a little further away I wouldn’t be able to tell he was wearing silver-rimmed glasses.

The land in back of the places also sloped downward and up onto other properties. I don’t know who was behind me but behind the neighboring property, I could see a house that was three or four hundred feet away.

Finally, I decided I wasn’t going to bother to pee because I didn’t think I had enough privacy with just the flimsy curtains billowing in the breeze.