Sure enough, my yeast infection symptoms flared back up. So now I’m going to be trying a single-dose pill of Diflucan. I’m skeptical that one pill can kill this shit but we’ll see. I just can’t get a fucking break! Maybe I just needed to do a 7-day treatment instead of a 3-day.

I also have that yucky thrush that leaves my mouth feeling gross that I get when I don’t have yogurt. Kroger will deliver that tomorrow and a few other things. After we use up the three deliveries we get without having to pay a delivery fee, we’ll go back to Walmart. Yes, Walmart does a shitty job but they’re cheaper and we’re more familiar with their stuff. They also don’t seem to be as out of stock as Kroger is.

I asked Tom if he would want to live another 50 to 100 years if he could, and he said sure he would. Me? I’m not so sure. This country is still heading in the wrong direction and even if it wasn’t, I just can’t imagine living that long. Especially with limited money which wouldn’t allow us to do as much. I’m really worried about our future. I know whatever is going to be is going to be, and we’ll have little to no control over it. But I worry about him having to work until he dies. I’m even more worried about him not being able to work and not having enough money to live on.

I could never “see” us redoing the floors and other things here and assumed that meant we would eventually be moving because his program worked out. Now I’m starting to think I don’t see it because we’re not moving and we’re not going to have the money to make the upgrades. Oh, well. As long as he stays healthy and I don’t get as anxious as I used to. After just five months, I’m not ready to breathe a sigh of relief and think I’ve escaped that shit. It’s way too soon.

No insomnia yesterday. I guess the long stretches caught up to me because I actually fell asleep a couple hours earlier than normal and slept 8 hours.

The new hair dye and hair dye kit are great. You get a much more natural look with this stuff because it covers more evenly. Just a little darker than I prefer. I suppose I can always lighten it up later on.

I had a dream we were helping these two homeless women that we took in. I swear one of them looked like Marsha C from Valleyhead and Nancy K from jail. They were still young, though, and he seemed willing to help them but I didn’t trust them. They seemed to sense this and hung out with him more often on one side of the house which didn’t look like this place while I worried on the other side that they were making a mess and worse. Worse as in seriously taking advantage of Tom.