For the second time, Twitter locked my account saying I was violating the TOS. 

No. Fucking. Way. 

The first time, yes. I got to trolling around a bit and let my mischievous side get the better of me. But this time? No chance. I combed my recent tweets and nothing – nothing – violates the TOS. So it was a glitch or they were just fucking with me. 

That’s ok, though. No need to play these games with them. I simply verified my number to unlock the damn account, let Twitter have it, and then deactivated it just like I planned to do in a few days anyway when my sweeps subscription expired. 

I have my secret account that’s protected. I’m careful not to use names, links or email addresses to cause a Google search to point it out, but I don’t think Google indexes private accounts. Even if it was found it wouldn’t be the end of the world because no one can see my tweets. 

I will use this account just for me. Just a place to express thoughts and experiences in a snappier, less detailed way than I do in my journal. There are too many people out there who just can’t handle some of the things I have to say anyway. Remember, if you don’t conform to popular opinion, you’re racist, crazy or whatever it is society has decided you should be, and I don’t need to hear it. No matter how much complaining people do, I’m not going to be anybody other than myself. So a private Twitter account is fine with me. 

Later… 

Although I'm not sure why, my bad ear has been worse lately. Tom suggested I check into a pain management specialist, saying that maybe there’s a simple technique that could help it just like the emotional tapping helped with anxiety and other things. It's tempting, but I'm so sick of all the damn doctor's appointments. 

Although he always tells me not to worry about money and that my health is most important to him, which I really appreciate, it's hard on both of us. He has to take time off from work to take me to these appointments, and I have to juggle my schedule. The more appointments I have, the harder it is. I always wonder how I'm going to handle getting old and to the point where I need to go to the doctor constantly. 

As it is, I might have to get to my dentist sooner than September because a tooth is irritating me, and waiting too long could be the difference between a filling and a crown in my case. I need to ask my dentist if I should go back to using an old-fashioned non-electric toothbrush. Because I have soft enamel, maybe electric toothbrushes aren't a good idea. 

Not surprisingly, it looks like this new diet is failing and my weight is going to reset itself, scared to lose or not, and yes, after what I read, losing is definitely a bit of a scary thought when you’re on what's been a Jekyll-and-Hyde medication for you. When it's in the proper dose it is virtually side-effect-free. Just a little too much and all hell breaks loose. 

Anyway, I don't know yet what I'm going to do about my ear and teeth. I just want to get tomorrow's appointment over with and see what she says first before I decide, and I'm sure tomorrow's appointment is going to spawn more appointments, as usual. Appointments for me seem to be like cockroaches; they multiply big time. I’m guessing she's going to want to test my estrogen levels and who knows what she may want to do about me possibly having sleep apnea. She might even want to do a pap smear and God knows what else.