Here we go with the fucking planes again. It must be 1:30 a.m. Yeah, that seems to be one of the times they love to make some annoying rounds.

Before I get into my good news, I heard from Nissan’s friend Mary F. Different eye color but based on the overall resemblance, I’m guessing it might be her sister. She said she would let Nissan know I was looking for her. I still don’t expect to hear from her because regardless of how many people preach forgiveness, people don’t forgive, forget and move on. At least most people don’t seem to. I’m sure I’ll be judged for how I was 30 years ago but if that’s the case, so be it. Again, she was no angel herself from what little I knew of her.

First I got a friend request from Irene’s friend Elisabeth whom I’m already friends with. Then I got a friend request from one of Elisabeth’s friends, Felicia. Then I got another request from one of her friends named Seigfried. These are all people in Austria. This was when it hit me that her account was probably cloned or someone was trying to impersonate her.

Before this happened I got a message from a Louise Dewey who had recently deactivated her Shady Jamie account. Remembering Marie once told me her middle name was Louise, and knowing she usually spelled her nickname as Duewi, I thought there might be a connection.

What’s up with all the fake names? I asked and got a sarcastic reply saying, “Thanks, I’ll delete you too. Thanks for humoring me all these years.”

Yeah, fine. Whatever. I’m just sick of the creation and deletion of multiple accounts, none with her real name. Do you know how suspicious that looks? And people adding me with the same name from more than one account? My God, how many fucking accounts does one need to stay connected and in touch?! It’s too hard to keep up with all the changes and additions and to know who’s for real and who’s not when people do this.

So I went to see Amy at Folsom Dermatology. While we were waiting in the waiting room, some guy in his 50s or 60s came into the room to fill out paperwork when he appeared to trip and then go crashing into a nearby table, knocking off its contents. The staff came running and he insisted his ankle turned out and he just had lousy balance but was otherwise fine. The staff was concerned he’d hit his head but he didn’t and I vouched for the guy on that one.

Anyway, I was very stressed out and depressed, thinking I was going to be told that my only options were oral or topical steroids. Knowing there was no way I could simply get used to so much burning and itching, especially the burning, made me want to beat my head into the wall.

To my surprise, however, I do have options! Real options with real hope. I forgot the name of it but later today we’re going to pick up a topical non-steroid ointment. The only catch with this is that people report burning the first 3 days. Well, if it isn’t worse than the horrible burning I got from the Mometasone then I should be able to survive it.

There are other options if this fails, including ultraviolet therapy which she referred to as phototherapy. So I’m hoping that this will be it! Even if I can’t cure it and I have to dab ointment down there regularly, if it will work to keep the shit from spreading or flaring up, fine. I’m willing to cut my losses and settle for that. Yes, I’m a little nervous about the new ointment but desperation makes you braver. She said something about a black box warning but I think that’s for oral use of the drug.

I just wish I could stop getting things that are permanent. I really need to start getting things that are either curable or that will just kill me if I’ve got to keep getting things, and I know damn well that if my LS is ever tamed, there will just be something else afterward. The Kim M’s of this world don’t realize just how easy they have it with their worst problems being a bitchy, bossy SIL and being made to brush their hair and teeth. It’s usually the nutjobs or the assholes that have it the easiest. I’m sure she always sleeps great and probably feels great too, most of the time.

They’re turning off the water for a few hours AGAIN on Monday, and once again I’ve chosen to vent my frustrations anonymously. When we moved in many years ago and were told the water would be off occasionally, I thought that meant a few times a year. Not a few times a month. This is utterly ridiculous! And again, shame on them for allowing motorcycles and extending the time kids can be at the pool. What’s next, loud car stereos? Kids being allowed to live here part-time? So much for thinking adult communities were peaceful since between loud traffic, regular projects, and daily landscaping that only needs to be done once a week, it’s anything but peaceful here.

Tom said the garbage trucks were loud and being weird. They didn’t wake me up, fortunately, thanks to the earbud but he said they kept driving back and forth long after the stuff was dumped. They’d drive down to the end of the street, turn around and leave.