No hip pain today. Yay me! Tom and I are going out walking and running when he completes what will be his final Saturday. Yeah, he told the jokers at work he’d work today before they conveniently failed to follow through with their promise of a job offer by yesterday. As long as they’re not going to keep their word, though, he may continue to do a little OT during the week, but no more Saturdays! The man needs to have a life.

He is grateful to me for helping in the ways that I do, like with laundry, cleaning and things I’m happy to do because he simply doesn’t have time to tackle it himself. :)

Good news: I’m so active I can eat all I want and not gain weight.

Bad news: I have NO willpower to cut back and get my skinny on to lower my cholesterol naturally.

I don’t know if I mentioned this yet, but the last time I walked out of Stacey’s office, I had the feeling I would never see her again as a patient. If that were true then that would mean the worst of my anxiety was over. It’s likely that we’ll keep in touch every now and then, however.

I started the folliculitis treatment and I don’t even find that it burns at all like the other cream, which caused a slight burning sensation. If this stuff is going to be a problem in any way it’s going to take time. It has to build up in the system much like levothyroxine does.

I was a little nervous applying my first dose last night, so I made sure Tom was home. He assured me that if I were going to have an allergic reaction, it would have happened right away, and reminded me that I’ve taken oral steroids for asthma before. This is true, even if it was a million years ago back east. All they did was make me bloated and retain water. Fortunately, my allergies are mostly from dust, dander and some plants. I don’t have food or drug allergies.

“She’s gone forever and she’s never coming back, huh?” I said to Tom last night. “That person that before 2014 could simply take whatever she was prescribed without a second thought, fear or concern.”

He agrees that that person is probably not coming back, but I am learning to live with my medication phobia just like, as he pointed out, I learned to live with my spider phobia.

LOL, no need to worry about them anytime soon with this cold weather we’ve been having. We froze last night or pretty close to it. But yeah, if it can ever warm up and stay that way for more than 5 minutes, we’ll have to bomb the place as the creepfest awakens.

What else… just listening to the usual traffic and daily landscaping annoyances. God, just to have one day off from that. Just one day. Some things I just can’t get used to, so it seems. I’ve lived in noisy places almost all my adult life, but there is still nothing that beats the sound of silence.

The traffic is still worse than the landscaping. The landscaping is only in the daytime. The traffic is almost round-the-clock. I still can’t believe so much traffic could exist in a gated adult community. And so many loud vehicles, too!

That insanely loud Firebird continues to come and go multiple times a day anywhere from 7 AM to 1 AM. I don’t understand why they can’t just go out, get what they need, and leave it at that. Nobody has that many doctors’ appointments, nobody has that many errands and nobody has that many friends.

Or do they?

Later…

Sometimes I just like to write for myself. Without sharing. Without censoring. This will be one of those entries at least for now.

I’m still trying to figure out why my sister is ignoring me. The more she does, the more deliberate it seems. She’s not only not replying to messages and emails, but not even to something I posted to her wall or tagged her in either. Yet I know she’s been on Facebook and has taken the time to comment on other people’s stuff. She also appears to be reading my blog. So is she just trying to keep me at a distance or is she pissed at me for some reason? If she were pissed I would think she would say so, though, right?

I’ve been sharing my story, The Wrong Sister, from a bogus account as if it really happened. I wanted to see how believable it would be, if it would draw comments, and if it would be different people than those that comment on my real account. I did block a couple of friends, however, knowing it would feel weird and even deceptive if they started commenting and I replied.

The story has gotten way more attention than I expected, and everyone seems to believe it except for one person who said that it almost reads like fiction and not the truth is stranger than fiction kind of fiction.

Tom is the only one who knows about it. I asked him his opinion, and he didn’t see anything wrong with presenting a story as reality to strangers as long as I didn’t mention anything too serious like riots or anything like that and didn’t reply to comments as if it was real.

My first thought was, a story is a story, true or not. So what if people I never met and never will meet think it really happened or not? As I’ve learned from this, people seem more interested in dramatics as opposed to mundane things, and believing that the drama actually happened.

But I’m kind of crossing the line between telling a story and implying it was real. I do feel a little weird/bad about it, but I kind of reached the point of no return. I’ll probably just finish the story, and then abandon the account. Or maybe I’ll present something else as real but that’s a little tamer. I’m not sure. Role-playing wasn’t anything I had in mind, though I’ve learned that I certainly can learn things from it. I just wanted to write a story in journal format and see how people responded. Definitely generating a different audience than my real account, too.

Honesty isn’t always the best policy, though. I’m not going to come out and say, “Yoo-hoo, I have a confession to make. The story is bullshit and I posted it just to see if you would buy it,” because I don’t see the point in getting people all upset for nothing. Sometimes what they don’t know really can’t hurt them.

Aly is definitely seeing a woman but I don’t think she’s nannying for her kids after all. I think they’re just living together. She would be able to get a woman while I couldn’t get one if I tried unless they were ugly as fuck or crazy. The closest I ever came to the ones I really wanted was them being attracted to me but we never actually got together. That’s okay, though. No matter how many beautiful women I may see online or offline, I have all I want and need right here. They do much better in my stories, beautiful or not, than in real life.