Finally have some free time after a long and busy day. I managed to sleep until 2 hours before blood work, so I didn’t have to go too hungry for long. The phlebotomist said she can’t stand too fast, so she draws her own blood at home, LOL.

She didn’t have too much trouble finding a vein. There was a little trouble, but the main problem was that it was like my arm ran out of blood. She needed to take 2.5 tubes and once we got to the last two it stopped flowing. She was only able to get a little bit into the last vial so she asked me if I wanted to chance it and hope it was enough and that I wouldn’t have to come back or if she should poke me again. I told her to go ahead and poke me again, and this time she drew from the other arm. The blood flowed freely and quickly enough. Didn’t end up too dizzy or anything either. Just a little bruise on my arm but it doesn’t hurt.

I was glad to find my triple-head toothbrush and one of the jewelry kits arrived today, a day early. I’ll play around with the kit after I post this.

The toothbrush is wonderful! Love how I can hit all the teeth thoroughly in less than a minute. It’s just a little tricky getting around the area where the molars meet the I-teeth because there’s more of a curve in that area. Love it so far and it seems to be totally worth it.

Visited Dixie and OMG! I don’t want to ghost her, but I don’t want to deal with her as much anymore because she’s getting worse and worse. I’m kind of torn. I’m not obligated to the woman, but I also don’t want to seem uncaring either. I empathize with her, but a person has their limits as to how much they can deal with. She’s become very moody and even more forgetful and contradicting, switching subjects rapidly, etc. At one point she jumped down my throat and got all defensive and for a split second, I contemplated walking out on her. She did admit that she’s been grouchy lately and that she seems to be chewing the heads off of just about everybody. She’s already lost friends over it. Hate to say it, but I can kind of see why her daughter won’t have anything to do with her and why her son rarely comes around.

She also told me she was diagnosed with 4 benign brain tumors 15 years ago and goes for MRIs every year. Wow, what a scary thing to have to live with!

She also says she thinks Margaret died, the old lady who would send me jokes regularly. Not sure how but if I can believe anything Dixie says (it was hard to hear her soft voice over the roar of the freeway), she may have gotten the virus. I never met Margaret in person, of course, but Dixie’s known her for many years. She was very wealthy, she said. She got rich twice. First she made a lot of money off the stock market and then she inherited 4 million dollars. And we couldn’t even get rich once let alone twice, LOL. Talk about life not being fair! Anyway, I couldn’t find an obituary, but as I’ve learned, it’s not always easy to find these things.

When I read someone’s post about how they’re sick of reading about people being triggered by “the dumbest” things when there are people with worse problems in third-world countries, I will admit it kind of pissed me off and I let them have it. Usually, I let others have their own beliefs and opinions but this one got to me because I hate how so many people seem to think that just because someone may have it worse this automatically devalues their problems when of course it doesn’t. At least not to me. To say that people shouldn’t feel bad because others have it worse is like saying people shouldn’t be happy because there are others who are happier. I told her this, but she wasn’t bright enough to get it, saying this statement made no sense.

I also told her that rather than complain about what others choose to write in their own journals, why bother reading them? She is, after all, being rather hypocritical after she agreed with me not too long ago that people should have freedom of expression.

Lastly, not all depression and anxiety spells are triggered by something people see, hear or experience. Some people have medical disorders and hormonal imbalances that cause these feelings. And I HATE it when people say that those who commit suicide are selfish! Damn, do I hate that. People can only take so much suffering. We all have our limits and our breaking point, and anyone who says, “Oh, God doesn’t give us more than we can handle,” is truly kidding themselves. That would be wonderful if that were true, but something eventually kills us all, like it or not.

Okay, off to get my feet wet with making jewelry!