Checked out Aly’s tweets when I arose to the sound of firecrackers. OK, NOW it’s getting old and I’m glad tomorrow should be the last of it. Four hours of firecrackers every night is getting a bit extreme.

Anyway, it’s depressed, as usual. Ah, but a delusional liar with no empathy can cheer it up better than I ever could, right?

My hair is getting thicker than thick and growing faster than fast. Definitely can’t say I don’t have enough thyroid hormone in me.

Tom and I have been like kids whose parents took off… running around the park in the middle of the night, sleeping odd hours, eating junk, shopping, and just having fun in general.

I wish I could say the same for Tammy, but the surgeries were a bust and now she’s stuck with a cane. I’m expecting to learn more later. She is definitely the strong one in this family cuz I’d have killed myself 5 surgeries ago.

Heard back from Leslie who shared a few pages of rat pics and asked that I pick out the ones I want and to be prepared to pay a reservation fee of $5. She didn’t say what the adoption fee is, but we’re prepared to pay both right away.

She had mostly Dumbos, which I don’t personally care for. There were 3 I liked, but 2 were reserved. Love the way she names each litter by a theme. There’s the fish theme, the Harry Potter theme, and the nut theme. The one I like that’s available is from the tree nut litter… Coconut.

Just heard from her again. She said she’s got 3 top-eared males available and would give them to me for $20 each with no reservation fee. Exciting! I told her I’m definitely interested. Two are black with white bellies (Berkshires?) and the other is a red-eyed Siamese.

New cage doesn’t arrive till Wednesday, though we could set something up until then if we had to. I asked her when they’d be available for adoption. She also had a couple of older rescue rats for $15, but couldn’t guarantee temperament like she could with her litters, so I think I’ll pass on those.

As for the statins, I’ve got about 12 hours before I decide if the second dose is worth it. No stomach or anxiety issues yet, though I might be borderline. Throat and fatigue are better but not perfect. The second dose, if I take it, is what’s going to either make or break the retrial. No earaches these last few days, but I do still get dizzy at times. Just not OMG kind of dizzy. The tapping still helps.

My heart’s been racing me awake again lately, but I no longer find it scary now that I’m used to it and know and understand that perimenopause doesn’t last forever. This time it was mostly caused by being chased by a madwoman in my dreams. Fitbit said my HR hit 118.

Although it was still a retirement community, I lived in a rural setting in the dream and walked down the end of our curvy driveway. There was a house, set slightly higher than ours on a small hill about 100 feet away. Supposedly I had said or done something that caused some guy in the community to lose virtually everything he owned. A woman living in the house on the hill wasn’t too happy about it either. Although I couldn’t see her from where I stood, she loudly expressed her unhappiness with me, but I pretended not to hear her.

Then she told someone else that she’d be “back to being an older adult in a minute,” and headed my way. I hurried into the house, trying to keep as casual of a pace as possible and not let on that I was now scared. I assumed she was coming to attack me. The instant I entered the house and shut and locked the door behind me, I demanded Alexa play some music which I blasted. That way, when the inevitable knock on the door came, the woman would think I couldn’t hear her.