The pure fuckery of the Texas Supreme Court denying a woman in need of an abortion is utterly appalling, and the doctors that aid and abet these extremists rather than providing the care they’re trained and sworn to give are just as bad.

I just received my daily automated check-in from my doctors and I told them that while I am better than I was a few days ago, I’m still having mild flank pain and burning that comes and goes and asked if that was normal after 6 out of 14 doses of the antibiotic. They assured me it was in what’s most important is that I’m better overall and don’t have any new symptoms. That was a relief to hear!

Been able to keep the antibiotic down. I may get a little queasy if I don’t eat something but so far so good.

Because my nose was sore I had to give myself a break from therapy which feels more like punishment but I will be back in training with the mask the next time I sleep, whenever that is. My sleep has been all over the place. I’ve been sleeping in chunks but as Tom pointed out, it’s hard to get good sleep when you’ve been taking it easy as I’ve had to while I get over this infection.

I started to freak out because it was like I was too fat to sleep. First, I couldn’t get comfortable, then I was snoring myself awake on my stomach as well as my back! For a few hours, it was like the NHA and every apartment and hotel I’d ever been in all over again with the bumps and bangs waking me up, only now it’s my snoring. But maybe the snoring really isn’t connected to my weight because I’ve been the same weight since I hit menopause 4 years ago yet I seem to have started doing it this year. At least to this degree, anyway. I still need to figure out a way to drive this weight off of me since I don’t think I’ll qualify for pills and I don’t know if we can afford a nutritionist if it’s not covered, even though there’s no guarantee weight loss will cure my sleep apnea. But it’s the only way I’ll know if I stand a chance.

Melatonin definitely leaves me hungover and I’ve got to avoid that as much as possible. I slept for a couple of hours in the early afternoon, woke up, and had to take melatonin to get back to sleep. Then I slept into the evening. Tom went to bed shortly after that and after a couple of hours, I napped, at which time I had another horrible nightmare regarding Tinkerbella where I would stupidly let her out in our backyard. This place had more land around it and a wooded area surrounding it. I was a smoker again too. It had been hours since I had seen her, so I went outside and lit a cigarette. It started lightly raining and I didn’t like the idea of her being out in that. I called out “Ratty rat! Ratty rat!”

Then a sense of panic began to well up in my chest as I realized it was stupid of me to let her stay out for so long knowing something could get her.

Of course, in real life, we would never let her outdoors no matter where we lived. Not even on a harness lest she break free or step into a pile of ants. It’s just a good thing that bad things don’t usually befall rats I have nightmares about like they tend to with me when I have nightmares about myself.

The honker got his golf cart back. Also, it looks like he’s going to give me “permission” after all to get out of the doghouse because about 11 hours ago, he made a post about it being bike night and shared some pics of a biker club somewhere. It looked like a bar and grill of sorts and it was definitely dark, which means he had to have taken the motorcycle out while I slept and it didn’t wake me up.