It seems the wheels of medicine turn just as slow as the wheels of justice. So fucking frustrating!

I have a little more energy today (yay!), so I’m hoping to get caught up here. Finishing up with yesterday…I came to and was now in another room. It was a small room like the changing area. They had removed the IV but not the IV port or the disposable blood pressure cuff that automatically took my blood pressure every few minutes. A nurse, or whatever her official title was, helped me get dressed and guided me to the bathroom. She then wheeled me down to the lobby, and thanks to her fucking accent, I couldn’t understand her at first. I thought Tom was still in the waiting room, but he was actually fetching the car and pulling it up to the entrance. So someone told him when I was out of recovery and ready to go. The few minutes I was in recovery was really a half hour or so. You don’t just wake up as soon as they wheel you out of the OR and into recovery. As I said before, though, it seemed like only a second between lights out and lights back on. I didn’t have the sore throat Jessie warned me I may have. Just a slight scratchiness. It was hard to believe a camera was shoved down my throat.

So off we go and then begins the long journey home. This old electric car can only go about 40 miles. Newer batteries can go 250 miles, but there’s no way we can afford to get one. If we absolutely have to go to Tampa, we’re going to rent a car or make other arrangements. Electric cars are still the way to go because they cost a fraction of what gas cars cost and require virtually no maintenance. But this is one of the very first ones they made, and it just can’t do long trips. If there was an abundance of fast chargers, it wouldn’t be an issue. Now, most chargers are slow chargers, and it didn’t help that half of them were broken or in use.

I was finally able to drink some water once I got in the car. However, we were both starving. He had eaten that morning, but I hadn’t. It was nearly 90 degrees and we couldn’t use the AC so we wouldn’t drain the battery so fast. As long as I wasn’t in indirect sunlight with no breeze, it wasn’t that bad. I’m a warm-weather person. I even got a little color with all the walking we did.

One of the places we charged at was a library so we were able to go in there and not only cool off but get some snacks and soda from their vending machines. We tried to charge at Publix and Whole Foods, but those chargers were taken. Then we charged a little at an electric company and then at another place with each stop being closer to home. By the time we were at the last place, the sun was setting and the temperature dropped from 87 to 84 degrees.

My heart was racing and even his was as well. On our ECG tester later on at home and after he got a chance to relax, he got a “possible bradycardia” reading just like I sometimes get a “possible tachycardia” reading. This is no surprise, though.

I had palpitations like crazy all day and instead of a few times a day, they were literally a few times an hour due to the stress. They even woke me up once. At least Tom didn’t have that part of it. I was so tired that I slept on and off for 10.5 hours. I stupidly turned off the sound machine early in the morning, thinking I was going to get up then, but I didn’t. Instead, I dozed back off just to get woken up by the garbage truck. So I turned the sound machine back on and slept a little longer.

I wasn’t totally exhausted yesterday, but I was still tired. Today I’m better. I slept better too, and got a higher sleep score. I slept 7.5 hours.

The biopsy results are negative, thankfully, but I do have gastritis and a hiatal hernia, as I said earlier. The hernia could be because I’m fat or it could be age. I’m not grossly obese, but I guess you don’t need to be that heavy to get it. As for why I have gastritis, I haven’t a clue. I’ll find out more on the 16th when we return to Lutz which is closer and without the crazy traffic of Tampa. It could be the years of taking ibuprofen but I’m not sure. I didn’t think I took that many over the years, and I certainly wasn’t a heavy drinker. Plus, I hate spicy foods. The only reason I would always reach for ibuprofen whenever I had pain is that that’s what my mother gave me when I had cramps in my early days of cycles. Tylenol seems to make me drowsy, and that stuff can be rough on the liver too. So I guess my only options are to beat up on my stomach lining, beat up on my liver, or just tough out the pain.

Okay, we just got a different surgeon scheduled for the 27th in Brooksville. It’s another Indian. What is it with all these surgeons being from India? Nothing against them but their accent isn’t easy to understand at times.

I updated Galileo and requested a referral for the guy after confirming he’s in-network.

During tomorrow’s yard sale, and just like every other event I want to attend around here, I’ll have to sleep instead. Not so sure that’s a bad thing, though, when I see all the bickering going on in the park group. I have no idea what’s going on and I don’t care but there definitely isn’t much love in the neighborhood. Jim posted something about not posting anymore or attending any events because of the community being despicable and people going door to door, etc. Others said that sometimes it feels like this place is like a high school with all the immaturity and bickering. Another says they never bother to attend anything because they know the drama they’ll be in for if they do. That’s exactly why Becky didn’t want to live in a community like this. That and the fact that she likes to have breathing room around her.

I have noticed that the people here don’t seem as friendly in general as at the old place. Even Dixie was friendlier albeit crazy.

I wonder what Jim means by “going door to door.” To tell whoever answers to hate him or something?

It’s sad, but true that people are people no matter what their age. You would think they’d gain wisdom and maturity with age but whether they’re in their 60s or their 20s, there’s little to no difference. The older people may know more and have more experience under their belt, but their behavior isn’t much different. They lie, gossip, contradict, fail to keep their word, and backstab people just as much as younger people do. This is part of why I’ve never been all that sociable other than online. I just don’t need the toxicity.

Not much else to report going on in the neighborhood, except for the usual. They’re still working on the house next to Sue, and I’m guessing that’s going to be a regular thing indefinitely.

Added some RAM to our laptops to speed them up.

Waiting on the coffin burner I ordered for my incense.