Yesterday I was so damn tired due to having my sleep broken up into chunks and all I could think was that I hope to hell I’m not that tired on moving day. I could barely keep my head up and even my legs felt weak to stand on. A nap didn’t help either and I was still exhausted by the time I saw my ENT.

The good news is that as soon as she cleaned out my ear, which had gotten pretty bad this time around, I felt tremendously better. Even ibuprofen wasn’t helping with how achy it was. We agree that 8 months is too long and so she wants to see me in 3 months before we leave. Hopefully right before we leave anyway. I did remind her that there could be delays and we might have to flip the house ourselves but I sure hope not! She also offered to gather my records for me which would be nice. Got a little teary-eyed on her due to all the stress I’ve been under with the virus, the move, etc. and she was very understanding.

She reminded me that if I ever don’t like the way my ear looks with the way the cartilage is withering away on the outside since the “frame” collapsed when they took out the plastic piece, I could always look into prosthesis. Yeah, but my comfort is more important than how I look. I was really excited about the idea of it at first and being able to wear earrings again but when she started talking screws in the skull, I said forget it! Anyone who doesn’t like it is welcome not to look even though my hair covers it for the most part. If I were in my twenties I might consider it but not as a 55-year-old married woman who doesn’t give a shit what others think for the most part.

Anyway, I got caught up on my sleep and slept for 8 hours and 47 minutes with a sleep score of 90. Wish I could do that every day but I know myself. Next time around I’ll be up forever, wake up after a few hours of sleep, take an hour or two to fall back asleep, sleep for another few hours, then wake up exhausted. I don’t even perk up after a few hours anymore. If I wake up tired, that’s the way I stay until I can eventually catch up on sleep. I hate the way lack of sleep has become so hard on me to the point that it’s damn near debilitating.

Anxiety was mild yesterday and it’s mild so far today as well but who knows what I’ll be in for later on in my day.

Virginia must have gotten an offer on her house that she turned down because we got a card that was addressed to her although not her name, saying that the offer is still good if she’s willing to reconsider or something like that.

I’m not the least bit surprised. Broken hip or not, she’s coming up on 88 years old so I definitely can’t see her carrying on by herself in her own home. She’s definitely going to need to stay with someone from here on out. If not one of her kids, then an assisted living facility of some kind.

When we got back yesterday, I was like oh fuck! They were back to their tree-cutting obsession. But luckily, it was just a small dead tree that didn’t take long to cut down in front of Virginia’s place. Her place blocked most of the sound. I could hear the saw without things running, but they wouldn’t have woken me up over the sound machine if I had been asleep at the time. I just hope they can stay out of the roads before we get out of here!