It’s ENT day. Compared to tomorrow, I expect this visit to be short and sweet. Going to see if I can see her again in March since that will be getting close to when we leave. Going to also ask her about this thing I saw on Amazon for blocked eustachian tubes. Just wish the outside hadn’t gotten so sensitive thanks to nerve damage.

The endodontist’s office called yesterday to confirm that I got the Halcion and said to feel free to take my phone and listen to music through earbuds and to remember to remove the nail polish from my middle finger and all that. I’m going to remove all of it later today. I’m curious to see if this new and pricey polish is helping the fungus. Unfortunately, I have my doubts about that as much as I have my doubts that getting the root canal will help my lymph node. It was sore yesterday and I had to take ibuprofen for it but at least that helped. I could feel soreness in both my neck and side of my boob. Also, if you look closely enough, you can see a slight bulge in my neck.

After reading around a bit, I realized that there’s a chance it could be lymphoma even though Tom and I both doubt it. I do have some fatigue but that could be connected to my tooth. It seems like every other day I just don’t have much energy. Or I’ll start off okay and then a few hours later I’m dragging for the rest of my day. But I don’t have most of the other symptoms of lymphoma.

I asked Norma how often she gets woken up by thunderstorms in Florida. She saw the message but hasn’t replied. What, does she not like the idea of me moving there? Again, I know she’s going to side with and believe whatever the termite tells her because she knows her better. Just not well enough to have crossed her in the way that would unleash her true colors.

While our stuff is definitely going to travel by ground, we’re still not sure if we are. Now we’re throwing up the idea of shipping Candy and flying to a condo. Yes, I hate living connected to others but if it’s only for a few months to test the climate, it wouldn’t be much noisier than this place when you think about it. Instead of landscaping, it would be doors slamming. Instead of traffic, it would be footsteps. I would still be hearing sounds, just different ones. As long as the place isn’t too close to the street, especially a busy one.

Tom likes the Venice area on the Gulf side. Lots of old folks there and good beaches, yet close enough to big cities and rural areas further inland in case we decide to stay but not in a community.

I could likely adapt to the climate without any serious lung or allergy issues, especially since you spend most of the time indoors in air conditioning, but what I’m most concerned about is how often thunderstorms would wake me up. That’s what I want to find out. If that’s an issue, then I’m going to have to return to drier ground. It would also be nice to have another adult community to compare this one to, although I would think it would be similar. Times change and so do people. It’s noisy everywhere these days. Once we pick the state, then maybe we can try to get something a little less noisy somewhere.

I had a quick and vague dream about moving to the Northeast, which we would never do, and not being sure I wanted to stay there because of the cold.

Then I dreamed we had a place somewhere that was connected to my parents’ place (ugh). There was an inner door between the two places as with connecting hotel rooms. I walked over to my parents’ side and into a room that had two beds similar to in a hotel. Some guy was sleeping on one of the beds. I woke him up and he swore at me. Then I left and drafted an email in my head about it that I would send to my dad.

Then I entered our place from the outside and was surprised to find the door unlocked. But I checked the place, which seemed to be a small one-bedroom, and found no one in it.

Later...

Oh, to have all my appointments be as short and sweet as it was today! It was more like an enjoyable social visit than anything else.

My once just there ENT has become so cool and I’ll miss her. Funny too, because she started off very business-like and some described her as rude and snobby. She never stood out to me in any way and I could have taken or left her for all I cared. She cut her hair to the shoulders and went from brown to dark blond. She’s fairly ordinary-looking but now treats me like an old friend, LOL.

Instead of getting right down to business when she entered the room, she took a seat in the chair by the door and asked how I was and I told her it was a pleasure cleaning her luxury apartment, LOL, and told her about the dream I had.

She laughed and said, “Well, I definitely don’t have a luxury apartment.”

So then I told her my ear was up and down as usual and asked what she thought about the device for eustachian tubes. She said don’t waste my money. She said the best thing to do would be to pinch my nose and gently blow my nose which is exactly what the doctor in Oregon recommended.

My ear wasn’t horrible but was in need of cleaning out the dead skin, though, and this time she used a vacuum before using what she calls a grabber to clear out the rest of it. She agreed that a year is a bit long, so I’ll see her one last time in March.

I told her we were moving and that was also why I didn’t want to wait a year. She asked where we were going, and I told her. I said it was too bad I couldn’t take her with me and that I would miss her, and she said she’ll miss me too. I told her if she was ever going through Florida to let me know and she said she would.

She and her husband have been talking about where they might go when they retire in about 15 years. As I was telling her, California is simply too crowded and expensive. She said it’s okay if you’re working but otherwise no. She said she lived in the South and was originally from Washington, so I guess they’re considering those areas.

I don’t expect to ever get a response, but I’ll message the one account I found with the name of my ENT on Facebook once we get settled wherever we end up and let her know that she can feel free to message me there as well if she wants when I see her in March.

She told me I looked cute all dressed in pink which is also her favorite color and I complimented her colorful mask. She said one of the people who works there made a bunch up for the staff.

Before the doctor came in, I was brave enough to let the beautiful and friendly black nurse check my blood pressure electronically, and while I was a bit nervous and the top number was high, it didn’t grip me nearly as tight as the one we have at home.