I learned some sad and interesting news yesterday. But first, I had my final ENT appointment. Definitely going to miss Dr. N! The good news is that she said my ear looked good and didn’t need to be cleaned. The bad news was that it cost us $95 for her to tell me that.

I mentioned how my bite has been off lately and how only the teeth on one side touch when I close my jaw. She confirmed that TMJ can cause that and said to mention it to my next dentist.

She looked like she wanted to hug me on my way out but didn’t. Instead, I told her to look me up on Facebook someday. She said she would but I know she won’t, of course, LOL. I’ve already given her a positive review on Yelp and I added one on Healthgrades as well.

It was while I was on Healthgrades that I made a shocking discovery. First, though, I’m truly grateful that I simply accepted the referral I received to Doc N and never checked her reviews beforehand because so many people don’t seem to like her. The same goes for Doc A who I checked next just to see what was there.

Curious, I went to pull up Doc O to see what came up on her and wasn’t able to pull up her name. Finding that strange, I Googled her name, and up came her obituary! She died in February of lymphedema! She battled with cancer for eight years beginning when she was my age, so she suffered for one year longer than I’ve suffered from hormonal issues. I can’t imagine battling cancer for that long! Such a horrible and scary time that must have been in some ways. I guess she had cancer in her lymph nodes and the removal of lymph nodes can cause lymphedema.

She was 63. What is shitty age to die. You live long enough to suffer through menopause but you don’t get to enjoy your retirement after working so long and hard.

She was an “Army brat” and lived in many places. Massachusetts was listed in the obit, which she told me about. She also lived in Michigan, Nebraska, and the Philippines before her family settled in Rancho Cordova.

The obit quotes her saying that it turns out everything is hormones. That is so true!

It also mentions another thing I was aware of and that was her love of gardening. It said she turned the acre of land where she and her husband of 40 years, Adam, created a series of beautiful gardens. The Rose Garden, Orchid Garden, Sierra Garden, and more.

Now here’s where my surprise deepened but then some things started making sense. Well, she did have three kids, but not Stormy, Beth, and a gay son Peter. Instead, it was Annabelle, Will, and Harry. She had two brothers and two sisters.

So I’ve been talking to the wrong Patricia O on Facebook all this time?! And according to the people who left condolences on her obit, mostly patients (I added my own), Nurse Chris was Christine M. So Chris C was not the right nurse either that I once messaged. But why the hell couldn’t the wrong O tell me I had the wrong person? I know she read at least one of my first messages to her. Would it really have been hard to take the time to tell me “Sorry, wrong person?” I asked her this on Messenger instead of Facebook and she’ll get an invite to Messenger because she’s apparently not already on it. So she shouldn’t miss it.

Like I said, other things now make sense. I really thought it was her account, though, because the person also appears to love flowers and always has flowers and the types of profile and cover photos I could always see O using.

The poorly written comments I’ve seen her leaving on other people’s posts now make sense because you would think a doctor would be smart enough to write better.

The son really wasn’t kidding when he said his mother was Patricia but not a doctor. I still don’t know how the son knew who I was and why he reached out to me but I always assumed Doc O mentioned me to him if he didn’t nose into her account somehow. That was another thing I thought was weird but now that I know it wasn’t the right O, maybe it’s not so weird.

I was really surprised when her “daughter” Beth was celebrating her 45th birthday one day and realized that Doc O couldn’t have been more than 13 years old when she was born, LOL.

The constant game-playing makes sense now too. I couldn’t understand where she was getting the time so often in the middle of workdays to play on Facebook.

Holly shared more pictures but ignored my voice clips, not surprisingly. Starting to think she marked my messages as spam. More research suggests that yes, you can do that without the other person knowing. So she and Shannan probably haven’t read more than my first message to them. I know Holly at least got the first one because of her reaction when I asked her about it one time.

Anyway, although Pierce didn’t exactly say so, Tom got the impression that the house could close on the 6th. The problem with that is that there aren’t any nighttime flights available then when my schedule will be on nights. So you could say the delay eased his stress but has upped mine. Everything was lining up perfectly for me but now things are sort of in the air again. If people quit fucking up and delaying things for whatever reason, there’s no reason we can’t be gone by the 9th for sure. I’d be getting up around midnight and we’d fly out at 6. Instead of having a layover in Washington, it would be Utah, and the whole flight would be 7 hours. So by the time we got to the hotel, I would be up for 13-14 hours which is doable. 20 more days, though. That sucks. Bet the delay means one more water shut-off too. My biggest concerns are any loud vehicles or projects waking me up when I do my final flip.

Here comes the loud paper car. Tom says I only hear it because sounds travel better at night. No way. I get what he’s saying but it’s definitely loud. I wouldn’t hear our car, the Twenties car, or Gerry and Nancy’s car with things not running yet I can hear this one loud and clear with things running. It’s not motorcycle-loud but it’s loud.