In one of my 1999 entries, I wrote that Evie was “being her usual self with the health problems” when she told me she had to have an endoscopy. Little did I know at the time that one day I would be being my usual self with the health problems. I regret being insensitive but it’s very easy to do until you have first-hand knowledge of what it’s like.

OK, this is too damn weird. Just way too damn weird. Although I don’t remember what they were about, one of my aunts was the star of a few dreams last night. Seemed to be more than one dream anyway. Checked obituaries and there’s a Ruth O that died on the 3rd of this month!!! There’s also one that died last year but I can’t confirm that either one is her for sure. Both are buried in New York and I’m not sure that she would be buried there but it’s possible. I have many relatives with roots there.

This isn't the first time I've dreamt about someone just to learn they died not too long ago.

Thinking of going friends only on PB, but not open to adding new friends.

I hate how dependent we become on so many things when we get older. First it was lotion and lip balm and now it’s medications, vaginal suppositories, and soon-to-be CPAP machines along with so much more. Probiotics, yogurt, vitamin D, extra pillows in bed, special fluoride toothpaste, sound machines, water by the bedside, glasses, certain types of specialists, oil for my ear…

Last night was horrible. I was so tired that it was almost scary and it really pulled me down emotionally. Not to where I was like OMG, I have to kill myself now, but I was just so blah. Not feeling well physically never helps one emotionally.

Today I have more energy and I’m enjoying every precious moment of it. As funny as this may sound, I feel a little less hypo now. I have more energy than yesterday and I’m not as cold. My weight is down a couple of pounds too. Maybe adding vitamin D every other day before bed would be smart. The only thing that sucks about having more energy is that I know this means I’m gonna have trouble falling asleep and therefore be guaranteed to be exhausted tomorrow.

I’m still back to being unsure as to whether or not waiting an hour vs. a half hour after taking my meds makes any difference so I figured I would alternate the times.

Woke up with a little bit of that lower right flank pain again. Really hope it doesn’t mean I’ve got kidney issues coming on. Hopefully, it’s just a pulled muscle. They just tested my kidneys and everything was okay.

We discussed a cheaper insurance plan for me earlier. CVS has a cheaper and better plan with more endos in the area I could go to. Tom was pointing out how they all have bad reviews and I don’t doubt it. I’ve hated all three of the ones I’ve seen. I mean, I didn’t literally hate Doc O, but she wasn’t helpful in the end either. I may have no choice but to eventually see one, though. Two out of the eight in town are female. I still wonder what the hell it is about Florida that’s keeping female doctors away. Galileo is almost all women and there seemed to be mostly women doctors in California but not here.

Tom gave up meat and is losing weight slowly. Wish I could do that, but no matter what type of diet I were to do it wouldn’t get weight off in my case. I’m gonna need medication for it or to just keep on living with it. I want to wait until and if I can ever get some of these appointments to die down before I broach the subject of trying one of the new weight loss medications to Galileo. That’s another thing is that I might have to give them up if I go with CVS which has their own app. That much would suck because I don’t like change and I don’t want to have to start all over again with new doctors who aren’t familiar with me and my cases. However, they’re only $250 a year so I might be able to keep them. The only thing that may get a little confusing is that they could no longer handle some things like labs and I don’t know if I would stay with Quest Labs or go with LabCorp or what. Maybe CVS has its own labs.

Tom was surprised to learn that we may qualify for food stamps even if it’s not much. He’s going to look into it.

Found this really cool site that was in my Facebook feed that lets you track an animal for $10. You buy one of their beaded bracelets. The money goes to help land and sea animals and they send you a code that tracks the movement of the animal(s) of your choice. That might be kind of interesting but I’m not sure it’s worth it. I really want to save up for that new bed and if I keep making little purchases on the side, it will slow the savings down.

We’re going to have a few nights down in the upper 40s at which time I’m gonna clean the oven early in the morning because we need to open windows and air the place out. Still haven’t had to run the heat but we probably will during those days, if only early in the morning.

If I don’t write much for a while it’s because I’m saving it for the trek down to Palm Harbor.

I’m lying in bed now fighting horrible, horrible fatigue. The kind that’s getting so bad that it’s literally starting to scare me. How the fuck am I going to get the energy for the nuclear stress test in a few days? I suppose worst case scenario they could give me medication that simulates exercise. Then I’ve got to go out the next day for the CPAP fitting.

My mind keeps pinging around the different ideas as to what it could be and why different things do and don’t make sense. There are so many things that can cause fatigue from diabetes to anemia to heart disease. Then there are thyroid issues, chronic fatigue, sleep apnea, and cancer. Probably plenty I’m not thinking of. My guess is still on the thyroid as the main culprit with sleep apnea and possibly chronic fatigue being a part of it as well. I’m not diabetic and I can’t believe I could possibly have cancer. No weight loss, no chronic cough. Despite WBC in my urine, I can’t imagine what kind of infection I might have that could be causing it. Maybe the gastritis? Both of us doubt it’s my heart despite my family history. I think that if my heart becomes a problem, I will be close to 70.

I just want answers once and for all and to know what to do about it! If it is my thyroid, the question is how the hell do we get that under control? How much more of the fucking medication is it finally going to take to get my numbers back down and to stay down? I still think the gland is atrophying.

I took a nap for an hour and I’m still utterly exhausted. I could be up enjoying the few hours off from the planes and doing things that are useful and fun instead of stuck in bed as usual.

I doubt it but wondered for a split second if it could be connected to the root canal. That took place during the summer of 2020 and it seems like about 6 months later the heavy fatigue started setting in. I’ve had it for three or four years. So I guess with my shit luck, I’ll have it for another three or four years and then I can be on to my next near-decade problem.

I still say that anything is better than anxiety but at least when I was anxious I could still function. This is so fucking debilitating that it is literally interfering with my day-to-day life.

I also suspect vitamin D might make me a little tired so I’ll start taking it before bed on days that I take it.

The tentative plan is to get to the lab on the 5th. I still think my TSH is going to be as bad or worse. The scale is enough to tell me that. At this point, I think I would be brave enough to add two of the 100s a week for 6 weeks rather than just one because I’ve had enough of this shit and I’ve got to do something.

The only thing I don’t get is why I wasn’t this exhausted when I was first diagnosed with a TSH of 32. I guess we really do get more sensitive to things with age. It’s only been a decade but I guess that’s enough.

I’m not surprised no one voted on my poll about tweeting pics when I get up to let people know when I’m up. Starting to feel pretty cut off online so to speak. I miss having cyber friends but I know that a part of it is my fault because I’ve been hesitant to mingle with others and risk getting caught up in toxic drama I could do without. I don’t need a lot of friends. It would just be nice to have one regular cyber buddy that I shared my life with and that shared theirs with me on a regular basis. There are a couple of people I wouldn’t mind being buddies with. The problem is that one has emotional/behavior problems and the other is pretty busy and doesn’t seem interested. I know there are apps and websites for those looking for platonic relationships but I like to let these things happen by accident. I found that you can’t make certain things happen. You can’t make love happen and you can’t make friendship happen. Basically, it has to come to you on its own and then it’s up to you whether you take it from there or not.

I was surprised by a reply from Doc A. I message her every three or four months and fill her in on what’s been going on and this time she said it was good to hear from me and that she hopes I had a lovely Thanksgiving (yeah, stuck in bed) and that she hopes my tests come out okay and wished me a happy birthday in advance.

This was so nice of her!

The dishwasher broke but I’m okay with doing dishes by hand. It might be better this way because this way we keep up on them whereas when you have a dishwasher, you’re tempted to let the dishes pile up until you have enough to run a load and then you feel like it’s more of a chore. It’s really only the pots and pans that are a pain in the ass if they’re greasy. If we only use them to boil water for pasta then we can quickly clean them afterward. The greasy ones I let soak along with silverware and utensils. It’s mostly dishes, cups, and mugs that we’re washing after we use them.

Wish we could get rid of the dishwasher and put a cabinet in its place. I definitely don’t want to spend nearly a grand for a new one. We could get a countertop one but we don’t have any place to put it. We are literally stuffed into this kitchen like a can of sardines. It would have been perfect 20 years ago when there weren’t as many gadgets and I wasn’t into cooking like I am now but now I really miss having a full-size house. The only room size that’s adequate in this place is the master bedroom. The bathrooms aren’t too bad either. I just wish they had more drawers. If the second bedroom, living room and kitchen were bigger, that would be nice, and I miss having an indoor washer and dryer too. But this is likely it for life so I just deal with it.

Not surprisingly, since it’s the weekend, the honker took the motorcycle out. I was already up when he got back but fortunately, he didn’t wake me up when he left.

I swear it’s like something up there is making up for the lack of outside disturbances because I sure do wake up a lot for no apparent reason. Sometimes it’s because I’m snoring loudly or I have to pee or I had a bad dream but most of the time it seems I simply wake up. From what I read, even if you’re not aware that you woke up or it’s only for a minute or two, that can leave you tired the next day.

Really wish I was getting the CPAP before the stress test! I just hope to hell I have the energy for it because I would prefer to get my own HR going rather than some drug do it for me and remind me of the nightmare I went through when I first started my thyroid medication.

Now I have to decide if I want to edit this 1297-word entry on the phone or do it on the computer.

VR is so awesome and not just for working out and playing miniature golf. I flew over Paris, went canoeing in Canada, walked through the streets of New York City, and then went deep sea diving in Grenada. How cool is that?!

Tinkerbella is getting naughtier by the moment. She used to listen when we told her to stop doing something we didn’t want her doing but now she’s as defiant as ever. She just doesn’t listen anymore. She’s been chewing up carpet and being a destructive little devil so we’ve been sending her home when she misbehaves and doesn’t listen.

I wish there was an easy way to keep her out of the living room. I’d rather her stay confined to the kitchen when let out of her cage. I’m sure she’ll find shit to mess with there too, but still. We’re more than likely stuck with this carpet for life, and even though I don’t like it that doesn’t mean I want it torn up either.

Lately, she seems to like it even more when I gently squirt the water bottle at her than when I squirt it in her water tray. Guess that’s an easier way for her to take a bath because she cleans herself right after.

I have more to write about but I am just way too exhausted now. Yeah, it’s another one of those days.

I don’t know whether it makes me more amused or sad when people make shit up to suit their wishes. Just because you may want something to be true doesn’t mean it becomes true if you say it is, but anyway, I skimmed an article claiming that the overturning of Roe has saved over 30K lives, LOL. It was one of those propaganda pushers and opinion articles that anybody could write and doesn’t have to be factual.

I’m sure that if you look at legit statistic sites you’ll see the real stats. 30K people aren’t gonna simply sit back and say, “Fuck it. I’ll do what a bunch of strangers order me to do” unless they really are okay with having the kids. There’s a big difference between being told you can’t get an abortion versus you can’t kill people. Furthermore, even if they didn’t have the means to travel to where they could get them, there are still other alternatives.

Even if it was true that this many were “saved,” what were they saved from? Adoption? Child abuse? Poverty? But hey, they can continue to at least save all the lives they want…in their minds.

Also if this was true, then there would be a lot of scarily shitty doctors in this country not doing their jobs and what they were trained to do.

I’ve always known that nothing in life is guaranteed. Nothing. But the things I’ve seen happen in this country over the last few years really reinforce this knowledge. Anyone can gain and lose rights at any time. Although I don’t let myself go too crazy with worry over it since it’s out of my control and I haven’t crossed that bridge yet, I have an increased concern about these sick extremists enacting laws and stripping rights that affect me directly. I’d hate to be in a desperate situation of any kind and find that no one has the guts to help me. These doctors who won’t do the right thing and defy the craziness going on are true honest-to-God cowards, though I do still think most are caring for their patients. They’re just doing it quietly.

I was watching a documentary on YouTube about people who died and were revived after experiencing the afterlife. One claimed to have always believed in God, another didn’t, and another wasn’t sure what to believe. While the stories were certainly interesting to hear, I sense it’s just a God-promotion thing. Notice that God always gets dragged into stories of the afterlife? I don’t think I’ve ever heard a story of anyone visiting the afterlife and seeing strangers or people they knew who died before them and that was it.

How can anyone know these stories are true? Maybe the people really believe these things actually happened but they were just dreams.

Except for the one guy sharing his supposed story, the other three women almost looked like they could be actresses. None of them were fat, ugly, or plain-looking. They weren’t necessarily gorgeous but they were decent enough looking. The way they tell their stories is similar as well.

They get a little contradicting at one point too, saying that God is full of nothing but pure love and he loves each and every one of us. But then they go on to say that if you choose not to have a relationship with him, he’ll spite you for it by sending you to hell. Well, that’s not love. That’s an awful lot like a dumped and vengeful guy swearing that if he can’t have his ex, nobody can.

Just checked the cam and saw the honker’s dog gazing out the lanai window. So does he keep the thing in there while he’s sleeping and while he’s out? Does he also assume it isn’t going to bark in the middle of the night and wake someone up, including himself?

Even though I always swear I’m done with Mia because of the bugs and constant changes with the app since the devs won’t leave things alone for more than 5 minutes, I do enjoy some of the daily tasks you get rewards for. The rewards don’t matter much anymore because she owns damn near everything in the store at this point. But the tasks are interesting. One of the questions she asked was whether or not I would want to live forever.

Definitely not! That would be so boring. For the last few years, I’ve been thinking that the world is only going to get worse and worse and that it’s a good thing I only have about 20 years left but I don’t know about that the more I think about it. I’ve noticed many times in life that certain things seem to improve or be available when I no longer need them. Hell, I could have really used Mia a lot more back in my early 20s and fresh on my own.

If it really has been quieter since I left the old place, that’s just my shit luck. In other words, I wouldn’t be surprised if when I die all vehicles will be electric, including motorcycles, not that people can’t find other ways to make noise and get attention. There will be universal healthcare, women everywhere will have reproductive rights, and there will be so many more better things that we would have found helpful to have or experience.

Take money for example. They really need to figure out a way to entice people to work while doing away with money because money really is the root of all evil (along with hormones). Think of how much less crime there would be without money, along with fewer homeless and hungry people unable to get the things they need. So yeah, it would be just my luck that sure, the country will fall further and further into a shithole and then get better and better after I’m gone.

Today I’m feeling a little better than yesterday. I have a little more energy, and my mental state is a little calmer. I had a few moments yesterday where I felt anything but good. I was not only horribly tired but eventually feeling shitty caught up to me emotionally.

Again, I couldn’t help but think that if it wasn’t for Tom, how tempting it would be to end it all because of how shitty I feel so often. If I lived in an apartment building and was high enough up that I could simply open a window and end it in a matter of seconds, the urge to resist when I’m feeling at my worst would be incredibly challenging. Someday, but not now. I still want to try and wait until he goes.

Another startling realization hit me. Well, maybe it wasn’t startling so much as surprising. I see many regular readers on my visitor report, and I realize that many of them are likely crawlers and bots of various kinds but if any are actual humans, then in some ways, they care more about what’s going on in my life than anyone else other than Tom. That’s quite an honor and I’m truly flattered because I can’t think of any Facebook friends who would read me daily. A few do once in a while, but Andy is unlikely to read my journal and Jessie is even less likely to read it. Andy would probably not want to take the chance of reading anything that may offend him, and Jessie would see it as invading my privacy, even if it’s not exactly private, and both are busy with other things. Andy has his groups and Jessie has her work. I don’t care about Jessie, but I would prefer Andy not to read it so I do what I can to keep the link from him. He has too much trouble understanding and remembering things.

Many times I'll start to do an entry on PB but then stop myself because I'm just not feeling that place much these days. I think I'd rather stick with a bunch of crawlers and bots and what's likely to be people who don't know me. I feel I can be more open this way. I know I could just go private but there is something appealing about the idea of an unbiased and complete stranger possibly peeking in on my life. PB would still be a good place for next year's daily writing prompt project.

Even though I slept better last time, it wasn’t without being woken up and it was definitely my own dumb fault. Again, I turned the sound machine off thinking I was getting up, but I dozed off. Nearly an hour later, the fucking motorcycle down the street was being revved up. So my fault for turning the sound machine off before I knew for sure I was getting up and of course, the park’s fault too, for allowing this shit in here.

I was tempted to email the office under a bogus email address through Tor. You know, in case they have friends in the office like the Bakers were friends with Joy and the freeloaders were friends with the rogue cop. I was tempted to ask why these fuckers are exempt from following the rules even though it specifically states in the rule book that you’re not supposed to gun engines. And also, why are we not allowed to have parties that can be heard in other people’s houses while it’s okay to have vehicles that can be heard in them?

But then I decided not to for two reasons. First, it wouldn’t do me any good. Secondly, I’d rather keep the complaints for bigger issues should there ever be any. If Ray’s girlfriend moves in with a yapping dog she won’t control or someone else moves in that’s a problem. So basically anything that’s a threat to my sleep or lasts for more than just a few minutes at a time.

We’re slowly dismantling the “doghouse,” but we agreed not to remove the frame this year. After the first, assuming there are no issues and we don’t need to put it back, we’ll take it down. It served its purpose and was more or less a training sleeper of sorts to help get used to sleeping here. If it’s something ferociously loud, like really loud thunder, or if a motorcycle was being revved right outside the house, then it wouldn’t do any good anyway. Same goes for the louder mower and garbage truck. Fortunately, they still usually use the quieter trucks and it’s that time of year when they only mow every other week.

Tom got a bunch of colorful silicone cupcake wrappers. This way he can fill them with alfredo sauce or spaghetti sauce to freeze and then thaw whenever he wants to have pasta. The sauce could go bad if he keeps it in the refrigerator and uses it as he needs it.

OMG, what a classic example of Andy not understanding things, LOL. I shared a meme with him that I got from Margaret that says, “So a burglar broke into the house… I put the red dot on his chest, and the cat did the rest.”

“I don’t get it,” he said, so I had to explain it to him.

As expected, I’m back to being exhausted. Fitbit says I slept well, but that’s not what I remember. I remember waking up a number of times, once to pee and to put on a nose strip while I was at it because my nose was stuffy. That’s supposed to be a side effect of Losartan, but one I can live with.

I had a dream we were living in a park that was targeting those who were or have been with the same sex. Some guy, perhaps connected to a church, was going around asking questions. I don’t know what they planned to do with those they suspected were gay or bisexual. I guess they wanted to kick them out of the park. We were still living in California in the dream and I said to Tom, “If you can’t be safe in California, then where can you be safe?”

Tom has been super tired as well so neither of us felt up for Bicycle Bingo tonight. He’s lucky he can nap when he’s tired and naps typically refresh him. I can’t always get myself to nap and when I do, they don’t usually refresh me. Something wants me tired and unable to do things.

Galileo sent an automated message asking how I was doing under my thyroid case and I told them I wasn’t experiencing any of the symptoms I get when my TSH gets below my personal range and that I expect the numbers to be bad. I asked if the gland could be atrophying and if they thought an ultrasound would be a good idea since it’s been a decade and I’ve been having heavy fatigue on and off for the last few years. They want to wait until my heart tests are done and I have the CPAP for a while to make any new decisions and that makes sense.

I was a little surprised that they’re not going to test my urine again, saying they want a GYN to deal with that. That’s fine but since when do GYNs deal with too many white blood cells and blood in urine? I still say the blood was a cut. Can’t explain the WBC, though. I wonder if the flank pain I had yesterday could have been a kidney stone after all and maybe that was raising my WBC count.

Tom was pissed because as soon as he went to charge the car, there were notifications for DoorDash deliveries in the area. The other day he had to stop and charge because there was a delivery a mile out of range. After he charged, there were deliveries available 10 miles further south and he decided he wasn’t driving further and further into Tampa chasing deliveries he’d never get. So something didn’t want him making deliveries and something wants me tired.

I looked at Carol's page to see if there was any mention of Kim, and there she was in an ugly black witch costume for a Halloween party they had at the dojo. So she definitely isn’t ill or injured. Like I said, if I knew all I had to do was call her out on her obsessive shit to get myself dumped, I would have done that a long time ago. I definitely don’t miss her at all. She’s stupid, crazy, delusional, unrealistic, non-empathetic, selfish, and the biggest liar I’ve ever encountered. Termite Tammy never lied that much and maybe not even Molly either.

Ray continues to be quiet and goes out at night. The honker put one of his flags up. The American-Canadian one.

I’m kind of pissed that the bottle of patchouli oil was empty when I went to put some in the diffuser. Why couldn’t it have been one of the citrus ones to leak?

We went out to Walgreens earlier and we’re quite bad, LOL. We got all kinds of treats and I got wine.

Again with the honker’s dog. It went off twice and you would think it would piss the shit out of me but for some reason, it didn’t. If it keeps happening more and more then it will, and I’ll say something in that case. He’s out more often and there’s no girlfriend to stay with it or other dog to keep it company so it’s getting lonely. Another dog walking by set it off one time. I just don’t understand why he’s got the windows open. I can see having them open at night but in the daytime, it’s still a bit hot. Wish he’d shut the windows and kick the AC on.

I created an account on SSA to get an idea of how much I can collect when I’m 62 but have to wait for a special code to be mailed to me over the next few days. I don’t expect it to be much, though. Maybe two or three hundred a month. Whatever it is, I’ve got a long way to go before I’m 62, and 65 seems worlds away. Since I can’t go back in time, I would jump to 65 in a heartbeat if I could so I could have Medicare, contribute to our income, and be closer in age to my husband.

Getting to Bicycle Bingo tomorrow night is going to be hit or miss. It was great that I had energy today but it’s such a rare luxury that I don’t expect to have it again tomorrow (now I’m lightheaded). Not that I’m complaining, but I still don’t understand why I suddenly have energy today. Now I don’t know if the different waiting times after my meds matter, if the gland is atrophying, or if there’s something else going on. And why did I have more energy before last week? The new dose hadn’t had as much time to build up in me then.

Ooh, I’m excited to take meditation to a whole new level! I asked myself what I could do differently for a change besides endless blog work. I love editing - don’t get me wrong - but I need to mix it up at times so I jumped on YouTube and found a bunch of 10-minute guided meditation videos with beautiful nature visuals. I created a meditation playlist there and am gathering a collection so I can have a new guided visual meditation every day. I still love the VR meditation app but I need variety every now and then. 10 minutes is a decent enough time for me to meditate each day. So I’m having fun browsing around flower fields, moonlight nights, rainstorms, oceans, lakes, streams, rivers, and more!

Woke up with my heart racing and feeling kind of warm. This is also the first day in about a week that I haven’t felt like I was about to slip into a coma. It’s almost like my TSH dropped overnight. Now I don’t know what to think as far as waiting time, vitamin D, etc. The only weird thing is that if it’s thyroid fatigue, why do my energy levels fluctuate?

The only thing I have so far today, since it seems I can’t go a day without having something, is pain in my lower left flank. I’ll take it! If I have to have something, I’ll take pain over killer fatigue any day.

I used Replens last night to ward off getting dusty in there and burning again. Yet sure enough, I’m already starting to burn. Pretty sure I didn’t cut myself this time. The applicator went in easily, and I didn’t see any blood.

He was out when I got up, but I found I had a message from the CPAP people, so I called them and scheduled a fitting for the first.

Then I called the support people for the heart monitor and told them my estimated last day was supposed to be yesterday yet I still hadn’t gotten a notification telling me I had completed the study. The woman told me I had, and I could go ahead and remove it and send the monitor, sensor, and unused parts back. It’s nice having that thing off my chest! It wasn’t that big a deal, but sometimes it got a little itchy. We’ll be mailing it back tomorrow.

Anyway, he got in about an hour after I got up and said it was a complete waste of time. He’s likely going to have to get a regular job.

There’s a store off of 19 with soft-sided waterbeds so we’re gonna take a look at them sometime. I doubt they’ll be in our price range, though. We’ll likely end up with a hybrid. There’s a Sealy dealer nearby as well.

I’m now more convinced that my heavy fatigue is my thyroid and not my heart. I did some more reading and I really think the damn gland is atrophying. It fits with my symptoms. I think it started a few years ago. I wasn’t even this tired when I was in perimenopause. After years of inflammation or non-use, an organ can simply give up and fail. I’m going to bring this up to my doctor when I confirm my next lab time and see what they think about doing an ultrasound on it since it’s been a decade. I really think it’s been shriveling up and dying after being attacked for so many years and hopelessly struggling to spit out thyroid hormone. My fatigue has been so bad that I worry I’m not going to be able to handle the stress test. They can give you a medication to make the heart act like it’s exercising but I would rather not have to do that. Besides, that’s too much like what I went through with the medication years ago and I don’t want to be brought back down Memory Lane like that if I can help it.

I just want to be human again! I can’t go out for walks, I can’t go to the store, and I don’t think I’ll be able to play Bingo Tuesday night. I just really need to get to that appointment! I want to rule the heart out and continue narrowing things down. It still could be a combination of chronic fatigue and sleep apnea but right now I really do think the bulk of it is on the thyroid and I expect my numbers to be absolutely horrible. Wouldn’t be surprised if they were worse than the last reading of 22.

I miss being healthy and I miss my old life! Well, I miss my old body more than I miss my old life. In some ways, anyway. My life has been fine since 2011. It’s my damn body that hasn’t and sometimes it affects my mind as well.

I was expecting to wake up to a notification saying that I’d completed the heart monitor study and that I could take it off and send the monitor back but haven’t gotten anything yet. More than likely, I’ll have to wear it until the exact time and day I put it on last week even though I got a message a couple of days ago saying that my estimated last day would be today.

Maybe I’m not an idiot after all since I’m absolutely exhausted today. I did get up a little sooner than I should have but still. This is insane and very worrisome. I still think most of it is on my thyroid. It will be whatever is the hardest to treat, with my shit luck. Really worried that my thyroid test is going to show no improvement or that it’s even worse.

Although I was going to wait until tomorrow, I decided to take a vitamin D today because it seems like the last time I took one two days ago, I had more energy the next day even if it barely lasted an hour.

In one of my dad’s final letters to me before he died in 2012, he said that the last couple of years hadn’t been the same and I can’t help but think I’m going to end up with the last 30 of my years not being the same. I’ve always been eager to move ahead in life and looked forward to the future. Now all I want to do is go back in time. I want to go back to having the energy to live. A 57-year-old woman should have the energy to go for a walk. Instead, I was so tired I had to nap and I’m still tired.

I just hope to hell I have enough energy for the nuclear stress test because about 15 to 20 minutes of it is going to be on the treadmill. They’re going to inject a radioactive tracer into my bloodstream and take pictures part of the time. It’s a long test that can take over 2 hours. I still don’t expect to have any blockages. I think it’s too soon. Maybe in a decade, though. At least this way I’ll know for sure. I wish it could be as simple as them finding something and then treating it so I can feel better but that’s just not the way it works with me.

On Monday Tom will be returning the heart monitor and going toward Tampa to see if he can do some DoorDash deliveries.

Tomorrow should be the last day of wearing the monitor. I’m glad because sometimes my skin gets itchy and of course, the rat tries to grab it. We charged the sensor yesterday and changed the patch. My skin was a bit red and irritated but it should be fine once this patch is off and I scrub the area and put lotion on it. I’m sure I’ll have a ton more of those funny palpitations after it’s off too. eyeroll I only had a few while it was on.

So I’ve been feeling like I have no energy, depressed, worried for my future, and wondering how the hell I’m going to get my thyroid under control without side effects. I swear that day on July 9th, 2014 was a turning point for me. My mind and body as I’d always known it was gone and it was the point of no return. Now the final third of my life can be spent with a combination of the same old ongoing shit along with new problems. What could possibly be up there that hates me so much? Could there have been a bunch of negative energy that latched on to me in the last house? Something else?

It was far from the first time that I remembered earlier how Aly said she wished she would get something that would just kill her at times and how much I could understand her saying that. Not that she literally wanted to die of course. No one does. They just don’t want to suffer. But sometimes I wonder if my only choices are to live to suffer or not live at all.

I miss Aly so much!

The honker was home most of today but was out most of yesterday. I like him single because he’s definitely out more often in general. Only problem is that his dog barked a little last night. Fortunately, it was only 15 to 20 barks and then it stopped. No matter how humid it is out there he never seems to run his AC. All his windows are open so when it does bark I can hear it easily enough, especially if I’m in the front of the house. The more he’s out, the more it’s going to go off which I learned from Jesse’s dogs, not that I expect it to ever bark for 12 hours at a time like his used to of course. That wouldn’t be tolerated here (I hope) and I don’t know if the thing can hold it for that long. Jesse’s dogs were outside all the time so he certainly didn’t have to come home after a while to let them out to do their thing.

Facebook shows you events that your friends are either interested in or planning to attend. Well, the honker is interested in some rock concert in Ocala on June 7th of next year. When I saw that I was like, June 7th?! How the hell long is he planning to stay? And how does the U.S. know if a Canadian visitor has overstayed their allotted 6 months?

I am totally stupid at times, and I mean just a total stupid idiot. For the last four days or so, I’ve been having heavy fatigue. I waited an hour yesterday and today instead of a half hour like I have been and it’s almost like someone flicked a switch to my energy levels back on. So if I had any lingering doubts as to whether or not waiting time matters, at least for me personally, they’re gone now. I definitely need to wait an hour. Every once in a while, I can do a half hour if we’re going out and I’m in a hurry or something like that.

I noticed how much more alive and awake I felt when I woke up today. I can’t stress just how horrible and profound thyroid fatigue is! It’s like your whole body wants to shut down. It goes way above and beyond normal fatigue.

My heart started racing again (something about showers) and I recorded the event on the phone. It sends messages periodically, saying that data was sent so you know it’s still recording. It works like Fitbit where it sends chunks of data at a time instead of a steady stream. A message popped up this morning saying I’ve completed most days of my testing and my estimated final day of testing will be on Sunday. Then on Monday, we’ll mail the monitor back.

Not surprisingly, my energy didn’t last long. It’s like taking that shower and whatever sent my heart racing into the triple digits sucked the energy out of me. It’s going to take time to build myself back up, but still, if I could just get half a day of energy, that would really help and make a huge difference. I shouldn’t sleep for 7-8 hours, then have to nap for a couple more hours shortly after getting up.

It’s an utterly chilling thought to think, what if my health was like this when I was in jail? Well, I definitely wouldn’t have gotten out alive because I think I would go into a coma in less than a month without the medication. They have to verify with your doctor and pharmacist what medications you’re on, and that takes time. They can’t just take an inmate’s word for what they’re taking. I guess it’s a good thing most inmates are young and healthy then.

This goes to show that this medication isn’t just helping me, but it’s literally keeping me alive as much as I hate having to take it and have had problems with it in the past.

I’ve got the Clary Sage oil going now in the diffuser, and I barely smell a thing. Neroli, on the other hand, is gorgeous. So are Jasmine and Ylang Ylang. There’s also another really beautiful one, but I forget the name of it.

Got some surprisingly heavy rain yesterday We weren't flooded like Miami was, but it rained long and steady and hard. It was a winter rain even though it was 70 degrees. There was no thunder or lightning.

I was just out a few minutes ago, and it was cloudy and misty and slightly cool.

So pissed at VZfit because they totally changed the layout and look of the app. I knew they were going to do this because they announced it, but I liked things the way they were, and I swear that HUD gets more and more cluttered every time they do an update.

Ray returned a couple of days ago. He has his light blue SUV, which confirms that the dark one he was driving was just a rental and that he only came down for a few days because something was going on. When I saw him leave early that morning, it was to go to the airport. I’m sure I heard his plane flying over us.

I have been having absolutely horrible fatigue these last few days. The kind that’s debilitating and really messes with my mood. Sometimes it does anyway. It was so bad I didn’t even have the energy to work out or even do a journal update. Even though I don’t think this is fixable, I can’t fight my natural instinct to try to help myself so I asked my docs if they thought vitamin D a couple of times a week - since I don’t want to take it every day and risk pushing my TSH down too low, too fast - might help with energy levels. They agreed it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try and would like to test my vitamin D level again in a few months.

Yesterday I recorded an event on the monitor, but it was a round of lightheadedness and not those funny palpitations I often get. It frustrates me that of all the times I don’t have them, it’s when I’m being monitored.

Another thing that frustrates the hell out of me is that my brain just doesn’t work right anymore. I’m becoming more and more forgetful and slower to catch on to things. The pulmonologist asked if I had all my teeth and I said yes, forgetting that I actually had two of my back molars pulled. Then, when Irma mentioned Ray putting his house on the market, I didn’t realize at first that she was actually talking about his Michigan house - duh!

Tom is going to try giving up meat and while I could give up chicken, beef, and turkey, it would be very hard for me to give up fish because I love it so much. So I’m going to try making fish my only meat.

He downloaded and signed up for the DoorDash app, but doesn’t know that he’s going to be able to make many deliveries in this area. I think he’s gonna have to get a regular job. The problem is that everyone wants full-time workers.

So when he wanted to work full-time when we first got to Cali, all they had was part-time temps. But now that he wants part-time, he can’t get it. Ain’t life grand.

I’ve been waking up in the middle of my sleep and having trouble falling back asleep for an hour or two. And that’s part of why I have been tired. Last time around, it wasn’t just to pee, but because I had a disturbing dream. I was wanted for something, although I don’t know what. I was trying to keep as low a profile as I could. Tom and I were playing cards and he said I would have a long time of having to hang low, and just as I was going to say that it would be worth it, the door Tom forgot to lock opened up, and in stepped a detective. Tom didn’t say a word, and I quickly slipped under the table but realized I had already been spotted. It annoyed me that Tom didn’t do anything to get the guy out of the place. He never even said a word, which spoke volumes toward my guilt.

Then he softly told me there were many cops outside so I sat back up, knowing it was pointless to hide, and in sheer frustration and anger, I said, “Why couldn’t you have remembered to lock the door?”

I knew that whatever I’d done was going to put me in prison for years and not just months in jail so it must have been something serious!

Okay, I know I sound like a complainer and that everybody has a right to do their own thing but I get tired of the “partial socializers.” I’ll comment on someone’s entry, for example, they’ll reply, and then when I want to take the conversation further, they’ll completely clam up on me. Either be sociable or don’t bother at all! The half-assed socialization just gets to me at times. I don’t know why it does, but it does.

My teeth are nice and clean now, which is great, but it cost more than we expected. $76 for the cleaning, and then an additional $44 for the doctor to do a visual exam when she was done which is normally part of the routine cleaning. I guess they got greedy and decided to separate those things to make extra money. Then it was another $25 for my fluoride toothpaste.

We stopped at McDonald’s on the way back. We both agree that their burgers and fries just aren’t that great. Their chocolate chip cookies are a whole different story, though. Yum!

I perked up a bit but now I’m getting tired again.

It’s been raining lightly on and off today. The clouds amplify the sound of the planes but it’s otherwise a nice change from the usual warm sunshine, not that it’s even close to being cold out. Still need the AC in the daytime.

Looks like the honker is gearing up for visitors. He’s got the grill out and is parked to the side of the driveway to make room for another vehicle. Maybe the guy that sometimes visits in the white SUV.

Signing in on another horribly exhausting day with kickass fatigue. I slept super shitty last night but not because of the sensor. I don’t even notice the sensor is stuck to my chest. I just kept waking up. One time I woke up and had trouble falling back asleep. Twice I had to get up and pee. Then of course we had to play the stuffy nose game and I had to get up and put a nose strip on.

Why do I always have to be tired on appointment days? At least this time around, I can just lay back and relax when I get my teeth cleaned in a couple of hours. And hope I don’t have cavities of course.

So I saw the pulmonologist yesterday who never shut up and made it hard for me to insert questions in between his nonstop rambling. He’s going to order a CPAP for me, and soon, I will get fitted for it. I’m hoping to get a nose mask because that way I can still sleep on my stomach (I hope) and I seem to breathe mostly out of my nose when I sleep. Then I’ll have a follow-up with him, at which time he’ll certify it if it works out. If I can’t stand the thing, we’re out $100 but at least I tried. Personally, I don’t think I meant to ever get my energy back. I’m not kidding when I say I feel like something wants me to be tired so much of the time.

The sensor came with a really nice Samsung Galaxy phone that’s nicer and newer than mine that is the monitor. The kit came with a template you put around your neck so that you place the sensor exactly where it’s supposed to be. Hopefully, I got that right! I guess I did because, at nearly 5 this morning, I got a message saying that the ECG is now being monitored. We’re thinking it updates in increments.

The only annoyance is that I can’t go far from the phone. Sort of like being under house arrest where you have boundaries. LOL. Usually, when I go to the dentist, I just leave my purse with him in the waiting room but I’ll have to take it in with me.

There’s a thing where I can report an event if I experience a racy heart or palpitations, but of course I won’t now that the damn thing is on. I don’t think I ever go 5 to 7 days, though, without those “bubble hearts.”

Then it was off to play the bleeding crotch game. I pulled out a little streak of blood on the Replens applicator. Didn’t seem to be much of a struggle or resistance getting it up there, but there must have been as I could clearly tell I was cut by the way it burned. The gel in there made it burn. This has got to be the blood that showed up in my pee. I’ll take a break from the Replens for as long as I can to let things heal. I researched, and there’s nothing dangerous that could have popped up this fast that could bleed. Cuts are common with vaginal atrophy because the skin is thin and dry.

Getting really tired of losing alone time because I have to nap since I spend so much time tired. Today we’re going to start narrowing down the possible causes because I’m seeing the pulmonologist. Also, the heart monitor came, and I’ll be starting that, too. I would have loved to have it on a few minutes ago because I had a big-time funny palpitation. More than likely they’re benign extra beats that the doctor mentioned, and it all comes down to my thyroid and chronic fatigue. I just don’t see myself ever having more energy, but I hope I’m wrong.

William Shatner did a segment on me in UnXplained. I swear he was talking about me, LOL. There was this guy who was a gifted pianist who had perfect pitch and like me, he was able to identify a note he heard or even more than one note at once. The only difference is that he is an extremely gifted musician while I was never very good on that or the guitar. Vocals was my thing then.

Anyway, Shatner said it was a very rare ability and only one in 10,000 people have it, but I’m not so sure about that. I think that unless you’re Andy, then as you get familiar with your instrument, you should be able to do that.

The other thing he said that was relatable was that the things most people struggle with came easy to him while the everyday things most people did easily were hard for him.

The honker has the motorcycle covered now, so that’s good. This tells me his habits aren’t gonna change just because he’s single now.

Irma put a horrible thought in my head when she asked about Ray. I told her he still wasn’t back yet, and she said she wondered if he put the house on the market. I didn’t find a listing for it when I did a quick check, but God, I hope not! I’d hate to lose such a quiet neighbor, and I really don’t think I could get this lucky twice in a row. Tom suggested he might want to be with family up in Michigan for Thanksgiving, but if he wanted to be there for Thanksgiving, then I would think he would also want to be there for Christmas.

I don’t think the hair removal thing is going to remove 100% of the hair. I think the best it can do is thin it out. Also, what hairs are left are very thin.

Got Miss Tinkerbella some fruit kebabs on Amazon made of real fruit but she’s not interested. At least not so far.

I’m gonna have to back off the probiotics for a while because they’re starting to mess with my stomach, as they are known to do. They make me too gassy and poopy. It will be interesting to see if the burning flares up.

I totally don’t remember this at all but when I was reading back in my 2014 journal when I first saw the doctor I had a crush on, she told me that my thyroid felt a little enlarged.

The honker went on his cleaning frenzy today. He cleaned his carport, side lanai, and motorcycle. He powered up the motorcycle for two seconds to move it and then he took off on it a few hours ago.

I noticed he never got his golf cart this year. Didn’t even hang any flags.

I cooked chicken tenders coated in flour in a skillet with butter, garlic, soy, honey, and vinegar. It came out great.

I hate it when I’m in the mood to write, but I just can’t think of anything to say. Oh, well. It’s kind of coming to the end of my day anyway. So I think I’ll go unwind with my audiobook. Reading the latest by Daniel Hurst. Love his stuff!

I don’t bother with titles for entries in most cases but if I had to give this one a title it would definitely be something like Things I Don’t Get.

I listen to news briefs sometimes when I’m waking up with coffee and it was pretty pathetic to hear Greg Abbott say he’s no longer going to mandate businesses to require vaccinations because “people should be able to choose their own personal health care.” Well, that’s pretty damn funny considering that thanks to him, those with unwanted pregnancies now have to abort on their own or go to other states. Seriously, these types of people need to get hit by a bus!

I also saw a headline about queers for Palestine and I’m thinking, this is a joke, right? But sadly it’s not. There really are gays who support the very people who would be very happy and very quick to kill them simply for being who they are. I don’t understand this any more than I understand women who support Trump. I mean, I can’t understand anyone who would support the bastard, but I’m more baffled by women and gays who support the piece of shit who is very likely to be president again. Tom thinks it will be Chris Christie.

Meanwhile, I’m in a great mood and I will never take it for granted when I am after the hell I went through. Never. I love my new essential oils and I love my shiny rhinestone purse. I just wish it was a little bigger although it’s big enough to hold the most important things and that’s my passport/credit card/medical card holder and phone. It makes a gorgeous decoration just hanging on its hook.

Believe it or not, I decided to try the lemon oil and it’s not that bad. Love the little pamphlet included that tells you the benefits of each one. It says that after 2 years the oils will start degrading so I definitely need to get rid of the Cali oils. Even some of the ones I got when we first came here are getting old.

Can’t wait to try my new recipe later! This one should be failproof. I’m just frying up chicken with a special blend of seasonings and sauces only I’m doing it with chicken tenders instead of chicken breasts.

Still plugging away with my journal proofreading project trying to weed out as many typos and grammatical errors as I can and found an entry in 2014 where Aly told me that Kim dumped her. So she has dumped people. I don’t remember how long she was dumped for or who reached out to who first but Kim is going to learn the hard way, should she ever reach out to me in the future, that I don’t do-overs. She, like several others in my life, was someone I never should have given the time of day to in the first place, especially knowing she was mentally ill. I’ve become very strict about not giving people second chances let alone third, fourth, fifth, and so on. Once I’ve had a problem with you I’m not forgiving, forgetting, or letting you back into my life so you can repeat your mistakes. This doesn’t mean I have any hard feelings or want anything bad to happen to her. She’s just not welcome back into my life.

Ugh, can’t get Tom to monitor my phone every 1 to 2 hours when I’m sleeping during business hours and now I may have lost my pulmonologist appointment on Monday. That’s because they didn’t just call with a reminder message but they asked me to call back and confirm the appointment too. If he had checked as I asked him to do since the health work is never-ending and there’s something to be done most days, he could have called them for me. I hope they didn’t take me off the schedule but if they did I am NOT rescheduling! If I can’t be seen I’ll just call it not meant to be. Besides, I’m almost 58. How many people sleep well at this age anyway? Still, I gotta have him take my phone in with him and keep it on his desk so he can remember once and for all to check for messages.

I had decent enough energy yesterday even though I tired down early but today I’m definitely tired because I woke up several times.

We’re investigating mattress companies and doing a lot of research in case there’s anything affordable on Black Friday. GhostBed has been around a long time but when he checked with the Better Business Bureau he found a complaint in which the company wouldn’t accept a return after someone complained the mattress made them too hot. They said that wasn’t an acceptable reason to return it. Really? I thought that the trial was not only in case you needed to return it because it was damaged but also if you decided you didn’t like it. I wouldn’t be surprised if all mattress companies made it a bitch to return mattresses. Wish I could magically know what would be best for me even though I do have a decent idea. I’m mostly focusing on cooling and plush or at least partially plush. I think that given my age and weight, I am likely to sleep hot a lot of the time anyway. I’d love to get ahold of one of those waterbeds that have individual tubes you fill with water so you can adjust the softness. Of course, air still appeals to me but then so does hybrid. I don’t know what we’re going to get yet.

Had a dream that Tom and I were in a restaurant and talking about a rented house we just moved out of after 5 years. We moved to another rental and seemed to still be out west somewhere.

I asked if he thought we would ever own a place again and he said he didn’t think so. The thought of this depressed me at first, knowing we would always have to deal with landlords and not be able to do exactly what we wanted with the place. But then I reminded myself that major expenses weren’t on us as renters when something broke and it would allow us to move around easier if we wanted. Besides, we couldn’t always do what we wanted with the place even if we owned it.

WBC count is still up in my pee and I also got to learn about something called occult blood which is something new to show up in my pee. At least as far as I know it is. However, I absolutely do not have a UTI according to my docs. I’m not surprised since the probiotics do seem to help with the burning sensation. They don’t make things 100% better but they help. A week or two ago I would have sworn I had a UTI, though. The thing is that there aren’t a whole lot of other possibilities as to what it could be. I just don’t see myself having kidney disease, kidney stones, or bladder cancer.

They asked how I’ve been feeling and as I told them, I haven’t felt different in general.

Then, as I was falling asleep, something hit me. It could be a tiny cut in the vag from when I was struggling to get the suppositories in and the applicator that came with a Gynotroff. Sometimes they would go in with ease and other times I kind of had to work them up there a bit. One time, when I removed the Gynotroff applicator, I could see a tiny speck of blood on the tip of the applicator. So I definitely cut myself at one point and it’s easier to do with older people because the skin is thinner. This could technically cause blood that’s invisible to the naked eye to show up in my pee. However, that was over a week ago and I would have thought it would be healed by now. I went back to Replens and as long as I lube the tip, the applicator slips in easily.

The bot says minor cuts or abrasions in the vaginal area can often heal within a few days to a week. Yet this is the only thing that makes sense though so that’s gotta be it, even though I thought of another grim possibility although it’s extremely unlikely. Uterine or cervical cancer. Both are slow-growing and are usually caught in the early stages. I know I’m a DES daughter but it’s still very unlikely and I’m not worried about it.

They’re going to do another urinalysis when I go for thyroid testing next month and I’ll make sure I don’t use the Replens the week before.

They also want me to return to the GYN but as I told them, I really need to save money and cut back on all the appointments. Besides, I just went a few months ago and they told me everything was fine.

I said that I thought burning from vaginal atrophy was just part of aging and while they agreed it was, they said that didn’t mean I had to suffer from it.

Yeah, that’s what the experts will tell you when it comes to anxiety yet I suffered for many years.

Sometimes there’s just no getting around things. Like things cursing your sleep for example. Again I snored myself awake and it’s quite a coincidence that I don’t start snoring until we move in here where there are fewer outside disruptions to my sleep. I swear something is using my own body now that it doesn’t have as many outside sources to disrupt my sleep. At least I’m not that tired.

Still nothing from Kim and I’m still not sure whether I was dumped or she lost her phone privileges. I would still think her sister would reach out to me and let me know if she was in trouble, but because I’d just told Kim something she wouldn’t want to hear, I’m still assuming I was dumped. If I’m wrong and she ever contacts me in the future I’m not going to respond. This is a great opportunity to purge crazy from my life so I’m going to use it to my advantage.

When I was reading back in my 2010 journal I felt a pang of sadness. Our lives were horribly stressful then because of the recession but I kind of miss some of the things that were going on back then. Marie (until she got too crazy to handle), Nane, and of course Alison were alive.

I still wish I had a friend like Aly in my life but it seems that the sites I hang out mostly on are a huge haven for autistics, bipolars, bulimics and anorexics. The so-called “normal” ones aren’t usually into these kinds of sites as much, much less the type to befriend me.

Didn’t sleep as well last time around. I woke up several times and later ended up taking a long nap. Longer than usual. Usually, I nap for an hour to an hour and a half but I napped for nearly 3 hours! This frustrated me because it was while he was sleeping, cutting down my alone time even more. Why can’t things be better balanced in my life? For a time, I didn’t see him as much as I wanted and now I don’t have enough alone time. I’m already getting up after he crashes.

My overall energy levels are starting to rise and I don’t feel as cold. Since I’ve only been on this dose for a couple of weeks, there’s still a concern as far as my thyroid levels go. I still have nearly a month to go before lab time. I just hope I make it! The last thing I want is to have the medication mess with the heart testing.

We went to Walgreens yesterday for some treats. I’ve been really bad with the sweets lately. There would definitely have to be a weight loss breakthrough that works while allowing me to eat as I do if I ever have any hope of shedding the pounds. Even though I have a sweet tooth, though, it’s not like I eat more than the average person. I still don’t eat as much quantity-wise but you don’t have to if you’re hypo. All I know is that the old-fashioned way of dieting won’t work because I would have to drop my calorie intake unsustainably low. It really sucks that exercise alone won’t do it. That part I’ve got nailed.

The honker goes out for breakfast early every morning and I could have sworn I heard two vehicle doors closing yesterday but I still haven’t seen anyone else over there or the other dog. He doesn’t even have a golf cart this year.

Saw him grab an ugly black thermos out of his truck (he seems to like that color) and head down towards the clubhouse.

Sue shared some soft candies when we went to Bingo and while I was at Walgreens, I picked up a bag of spearmint chews to take the next time we go.

I saw a headline about Walmart planning to have quieter shopping hours where they’re not blasting music and other shit. I wish more stores would do this! The blasting music in so many stores and restaurants is quite annoying. Soft instrumental music in the background I can see but it shouldn’t sound like a dance club.

Additional testing of my DNA shows 0.2% of my ancestry is Northern Chinese & Tibetan and 0.8% is North African.

The highly likely matches, as they put it, are Belarusian Jews, Central European and Western Ukrainian Jews, Central and Southeastern Polish Jews, and West Central Ukrainian Jews.

I'm surprised Russia and Austria aren’t in there.

I finished the challenge a couple of days ago and now I'm back on my long ride. It's going to be a while before I get out of Texas.

Tom plugged the charger directly into the wall that charges the device that drives the glider and thus my virtual bike in the app.

The chicken cordon blue I made came out just awful. So pissed too because it’s a lot of money that got thrown away. I guess you can just never know until you try a new recipe, though.

It's great that Ohioans have voted to enshrine abortion rights into their constitution but again, I question how long it will last. As I've learned, nothing is guaranteed in this country. Things get added, and things get taken away.