I have 58 miles left of my 2,900-mile ride, and my rank is now 99!

I love this time of year. The park is so much quieter, and there’s less traffic on the roads. My new most hated month is definitely November. Then it’s back to honking, howling, vrooming, and everyone opening their windows so I can hear their dogs more easily whenever someone comes to the door or they’re left alone.

I’ve been tired all day and decided it wouldn’t hurt to see the sleep doctor after all. It’ll be a few months before I can get in, so I won’t have to worry about appointments looming during the storm season. The vitamins and the new bed help, but I’m still snoring and not feeling as refreshed as I should. I’m 90-something percent sure there won’t be anything they can do for me since, in the end, it seems that our real doctors are insurance companies and politicians, not us and our doctors. We can go over the N24 disorder all over again, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be able to get the medication. Even if I could, there’s no saying I could tolerate the side effects, and with my shit luck, I probably couldn’t.

I don’t know if I’ll even be able to get a mouth guard for sleep apnea because I don’t know if my insurance will pay for that either.

But if I at least see what they have to say, then I’ll know for sure. Kind of like with the heart testing. I didn’t think anything was wrong with my heart, and the test results were confirmation of that. So I may as well get confirmation on this as well. The three things I’m just not meant to have no matter what are a schedule, energy, and a normal metabolism. I would still be a day person every day if I could, but damn, would the lack of alone time get to me! It’s getting to me as it is.

In the end, it was a pretty good month, as I only had about five or six days where I was really tired. I may not have good energy in general, but hopefully, I will continue to improve on my own or at least not go back to feeling tired close to half the time.

I vaguely remember dreaming about performing in a talent show here at the park. I was a ballet dancer, testing out some toe shoes, and then I was told to warm up. Warming up meant lightly jogging around in circles before running as fast as I could.