Just when I was hoping my period would be late, I get it. Ugh. I feel like the damn things will never stop. 

Went out walking/running for 24 minutes and burned 156 cals with an average heart rate of 137. I forgot to take my damn camera with me. I want to record myself running through the park sometime. 

Talked to Tammy yesterday. I’m glad I caught her call too, because I’m not always around my phone. We haven’t talked since I saw her, and she just had back surgery. There are several complex procedures she’ll have to go through, none of which are pain-free. 

I was remembering back to when I was going through my own health issues and she told me that I would get better but she wouldn’t. She was right and it just seems so unfair that she can’t get better, too. But there’s a difference between someone with either too much or too little of the wrong hormones versus someone with a disease as complex as fibromyalgia. She has arthritis to deal with too. Fortunately, I’m not arthritic yet that I know of, but my joints are definitely a little less flexible and stiffer than they were in the past. Some might say I’m rather flexible for 50, but that’s only because I work out. 

I’ve been making a point to eat in moderation. I could never say that I’ll never eat sweets ever again. I have things that taste good every day. I just make sure to have them in moderation. I find that I feel better if I eat at regularly scheduled intervals. I’ll have something like a banana and oatmeal two hours after getting up, then four hours later I might have soup and yogurt. Four hours after that I will eat one last time and have a frozen dinner if I don’t feel like cooking anything myself, with a small dessert of some kind. If I can’t make it until bedtime then I might have a fruit cup or something. 

Mark’s now at another nursing home as a maintenance technician (I guess he had problems with his old job where they promised him a raise he never received). I managed to get Tammy laughing a bit, despite her pain in regards to our “aunt.” The one that never gave a damn about us, but then again none of them ever really did. This one was the worst, though. She hit me when I was staying with her abusive husband at their campgrounds as a teen, and she’s the gossiper from hell. She spread a lot of lies and false rumors about me and was very negative and stuck up. She also knowingly left me alone during some holidays when she only lived a stone’s throw away and was just an all-around horrible person. Probably still is, though I haven’t seen her since around 1990. 

Being the prankster that I was, I’d prank her by crossing her with others with 3-way calling. I’d call her and someone at random at the same time, leaving them both confused as hell when they’d answer each other, both swearing they didn’t call each other. Insisting the guy I crossed her with called her and she simply answered, she said in that phony voice of hers, “Don’t make me crazy!” 

I would record the confusion on cassette tapes and then edit them in a dual cassette player. One thing I loved to do was mix them down and make them st-st-stutter. So after working my editing magic, I called her back and pressed play as soon as she answered. She got an earful of herself. It went something like this:

"Don't make me crazy, don't m-m-make make me crazy. Cr-cr-cr-crazy. Cr-cr-crazy crazy crazy..."