I'm so pissed because I stupidly drafted my entry on PB instead of Google Docs and forgot to save it. So I figured I could pull up the voice recording of the entry I talk-typed in my Google account but wasn't able to find it. So here I am starting over even though there really isn't much to say.

Got a bad feeling that my yeast infection isn't going away. The burning is picking up again. What am I to do if I can't get rid of this fucking thing or it keeps coming back? Between the fungus in my nails, the occasional thrush I get in my mouth, and now this, it's like I'm a walking fungus. I don't understand what the hell is going on. I looked at the possibilities but none of them seem to fit me. My best guess is some kind of hormonal imbalance. I've got good hygiene, I'm not diabetic, so I don't see what else it could be.

UPDATE: My results came back negative which leaves me even more confused and convinced I never had a UTI despite what the home-testing kit said. Their lab never tested me positive for a UTI, though, so the antibiotics, Monistat, and Diflucan were all a waste. What could be causing my symptoms then? Is it just dryness? She mentioned an estrogen cream you stick down there, and I have the samples for dryness. I'll start using them tonight. The burning isn't the worst thing in the world but it's slightly annoying.

The lack of alone time is getting to me again. Because he's different, coincidentally or not, I don't think he understands that everybody needs a degree of space. It isn't that I don't love his company but sometimes I want to be alone with my thoughts and doing things I do best alone, particularly writing. I just don't want to bring it up too much because I don't want to hurt his feelings. It annoys me that he wants to schedule his walk-in appointment for his chest x-ray when I'm sleeping. He says that way he'll know for sure he's doing it when I don't have appointments but as I told him, it's good for me to be alone in the house every now and then because that way, if he ever does return to work, it's not that much of a shock to me. I don't think he's going back to work, though. He says he hasn't yet because he's deaf and there are no jobs. That's another thing he's scheduled while I'm to be sleeping is a hearing test because he can get cheap hearing aids from Medicare. It isn't that we can't pay our bills. We can manage our monthly expenses just fine. It's that we're in debt. The thing is he would have to work full-time for a while to put a dent in that debt and neither of us wants that. I don't want him gone as much as he was in Cali. I need a good balance of together time and alone time. I guess I should quit complaining about my sleep disorder because if I was always on days, then I would get even less alone time. There will be more jobs when the snowbirds return.

I had to write most of chapter 4 myself because ChatGPT wouldn't give me what I wanted. It was writing as if Christiane and Marion were the ones who had problems in the past and not Marion and Natasha. I still find it a helpful tool.

The rat is a real little devil, LOL. She now jumps on my lap when I'm at my desk in the walk-in closet and then walks all over the keyboard. She asked ChatGPT a bunch of gibberish and it responded with: I'm sorry, but I don't understand the input you provided. Could you please clarify or provide more context?

LMAO.

I even found her walking across the top of the closet door. When the door is open, the shoe rack touches the clothes. She shimmied up the clothes, hopped onto the shoe rack, and eventually up onto the top of the door. She's getting better at finding her way back down but when she gets stuck I just hold my pillow over my head and she hops down onto that.