Well, the penicillin has officially given me the runs. Hopefully, it won’t last long.

Forgot to mention yesterday that the dentist canceled my Monday morning consultation. I was annoyed at first, hating it when doctors or dentists cancel on me because that adds to my stress when trying to schedule appointments. But they called back today, and I’ll be seeing a different doctor on the 26th. As much as I’m still dreading it, I hope to get the root canal and all the fillings I need completed around the time I see my ENT in early June so I can enjoy a long break from appointments until I see my PCP in October.

The dentist emailed me saying they’re open again but are going to do things a little differently. They’ll text us a couple of hours before our appointment to ask some COVID-related questions, and then we’re supposed to text them when we arrive. They’ll then text you letting you know when you can enter the office. You must have a mask on except for when you’re being treated, of course, and they’ll take your temperature upon arrival. I’m almost always 97.

At least now I know I won’t have to worry about money at all and can have whatever procedure I want regardless of costs (I would still prefer laughing gas and not just a simple chill pill). Yeah, I still can’t wrap my head around that, LOL. This is more money than anything I’ve ever won, more than my joke of an inheritance, more than anything.

I have these foil sachets that are typically used for removing glitter nail polish. I think I’ll soak the pads in them with apple cider vinegar and treat my still shitty-looking nails with them. I still hope Tom’s right when he suspects it’s just nail polish damage and reminds me that my doctor saw them and didn’t think they were anything to worry about. They’re not as irritated today, so that’s a plus.

Despite my hair being barely past my shoulders, it’s still a bitch to brush even if I do it regularly. Is it really still that thick?

Miraculously, I slept through trash and green waste pickup. Wish I’d thought to add Alexa and her brown noise 7 years ago. It’s just that she wasn’t as reliable back then and I had other things going on to disrupt my sleep like perimenopause and the hell I went through adjusting to my medication. I’m much better off both physically and emotionally these days, especially emotionally, and I think that helps me relax enough to sleep better, along with the fact that I know this is our last year here. It better be! Life isn’t usually what we plan or at least when we plan it, so hopefully, this will be one of those exceptions.

The only time I might still get in a blah kind of mood is when I’m on nights, which is not surprising and quite typical. That’s when my mind has fewer distractions in order to have a chance to go places it shouldn’t be going. That’s when the what-if moments often come to mind. I just try to keep busy which is something I like to do anyway. I like to be as productive and as creative as possible.

Could have sworn I heard that damn saw for a few seconds shortly after I got up, but I can’t swear to it.

While I’m glad it’s summer, it kind of sucks to know that they’re very likely to close the pool during the summer. At least we should be able to swim year-round in Florida.

I’m making mushroom spinach tortellini now. This is the most sophisticated recipe I’ve thrown together yet. If someone had told me I would one day develop an interest in cooking and would be making the kinds of dishes I’ve been making, I would have laughed. I’ve definitely learned never to assume I might not be interested in something later on down the road or that I won’t lose interest in something I’m presently interested in. One can never know.

Right now I’ve got mushrooms, onions, butter, soy sauce, salt and pepper cooking in vegetable broth.

It took a half-hour of preparation and it’s in the cooker for the next 7 hours. It’s going to be a while before I add in the tortellini, cheddar, cream cheese, spinach and basil leaves. I shredded the basil leaves by hand because I don’t have a decent shredder right now. Thank God for rodents! I had more basil leaves than I need, so the pigs and rat will be happy to finish off what’s left of them.

Fuzzy and Blitz are cohabiting nicely. I was worried Fuzzy would pester him and maybe chew up the liner, but he’s been behaving nicely. I think it’s mostly because he’s older and spends most of his time upstairs sleeping.