Planes are going to be bad later this morning. I can hear the freeway.

Based on my symptoms and our research, we’re now thinking the intermittent stomach pain I get is connected to intestinal inflammation. I should have other symptoms if it was the gallbladder.

Then I took a dump and noticed the shit was broken apart, Googled it, and it suggested a lack of fiber which can lead to GI issues.

As for my nails…I’m 90-something percent sure it’s not nail polish damage. I think it could be fungus similar to what’s in my toenails. When I don’t put lotion on, I see the same yellowy-white discoloration that’s in my toes. I’d love to ask a pharmacist at Rite Aid what their opinion is and any OTC they may recommend.

The endodontist’s office called yesterday wanting to have me come in a little earlier. That’s fine but this is the second time they’ve changed times on us. Really hope they don’t make this a regular habit even if I hope to only see them one more time after Tuesday.

They’re opening more things up here and the increase in traffic sounds reflects that. So now my sleep is at risk when I’m sleeping during the daytime. It’s stupid too. They shouldn’t lift the lockdown until a vaccine is available.

I’m sure I will be woken up when that house is finally hauled out of here and the new one hauled in. They’re taking forever to do it.

Dixie said she later heard that no, the house wasn’t broken into but they’re just remodeling. How do you get a break-in out of remodeling? But then Dixie isn’t all there. Pretty sure I know the house she’s talking about. I’ve seen it when out walking.

Yesterday when I was out walking, one of the turkeys kind of lost its mind. I don’t know if it was attempting to be aggressive or if it was desperate for attention or scared of something or what. I turned to look behind me to find one charging at me as a woman was coming toward me walking her dog. Then a car was coming, and the turkey didn’t want to get too close to the car or to me so it flew a short distance. Then it turned around and kept circling the woman and her dog. The woman was worried for a minute that the turkey would harm her dog based on the way she held the leash protectively. There were a couple of clusters of the ugly bastards along the way. You don’t realize how loud turkeys gobble until you’re standing right next to them when they do!

The chicken marsala I made yesterday came out okay. I’m just not a fan of white meat so if I ever make it again, I won’t use breasts. It’s dry, bland and stringy.

About a month ago I broke down and finally decided to say hello to Dr. H and Holly and let them know we would be moving next year. Yesterday I noticed Dr. H was showing up under the People You May Know section. I asked Becky her opinion and she said she wasn’t sure exactly, she’s had people show up too, and it can’t be a coincidence.

I agree. I don’t think Holly has been to my profile if she even got or read my message, but I think the doctor visited me. Of course she didn’t reply. It’s kind of weird, too. I can see if she was still treating me, but there is no doctor-patient relationship anymore. So why not a quick and polite reply? It just seems kind of rude to blow me off at this point but that’s her choice.

I also can’t help but wonder if perhaps Alyssa does read my messages after all because she hasn’t updated her profile picture since August. Okay, I know she’s busy as hell adding a kid on top of a demanding career, but it makes me wonder if perhaps she feels uncomfortable posting anything that has to be public because of me. I hope that’s not the case as I certainly don’t want anyone feeling unnecessarily comfortable.

Aly’s having the same problem I had with mometasone, only on her face instead of her privates. It really burned the hell out of her so now she’s on steroids again. Seems to be the only thing that helps her with her eczema outbreaks and other rashes.

She visited in my dreams last night. Not sure it looked like this house but she turned in before we did, and as I was putting on my floral silk robe I said, I looked at the closed door she slept behind and said, “I can’t believe Alison P is behind that door.”

In reality, I’m starting to doubt we’ll ever meet. Kind of sucks but I can live with it.