I'm a little tired from fragmented sleep, though I managed to dodge being woken up by the mowers because I happened to get up to pee when they came by. I still didn't sleep well because it seems like I woke up a lot. My nose was a little stuffy, but I didn't have any major breathing issues in my sleep—at least I don't think I did.

Really, though, if all I've been doing this last week isn't helping my nose even more, then what will? I really fear that if I don't get the nasal valve surgery, I'm going to continue to have random breathing issues in my sleep since I really don't see us ever getting out of Florida. If OTC stuff doesn't cut it quite enough, then I'm really screwed because I can't have shots, and there's no guarantee that I'm going to be able to get the surgery, a mouthguard, or anything.

I'm getting old, so I don't expect to sleep well in general, but still, anything I can do to help my sleep makes things a little easier. Those who say "God helps those who help themselves" are so full of shit, though. I would love to lose weight for the betterment of my health, including the sleep apnea, but my Hashimoto's won't let me. So if I'm willing to help myself, why isn't God supposedly willing to help me? Maybe because He doesn't exist? I just get so damn frustrated at times! Go to bed tired, wake up tired. That's the story of my life for the most part.

I'm trying to rack my brains thinking what, if anything, I may have done differently during those few weeks I had more energy, and I'm just not sure. I don't know what I'm doing wrong now or if it's something I just don't have any control over—and the latter seems to be the case. It doesn't seem that anything I do or don't do helps, and if it does seem to help, it doesn't last—like increasing my waiting time after taking my med.

Why bother to help myself, though, if insurance companies and politicians are going to decide what I can and can't have access to? I still feel like a child at times, with my life not up to me. How can I ever fully be in the driver's seat of my life in the world we live in?

Tom learned what next year's Medicare is going to be like and told me about all the price increases and all the cuts. He was getting $75 worth of OTC stuff each month, and now it's going to be $60. Emergency rooms went from something like $130 to $150. It's fucking ridiculous. No one should have to pay to be sick or go broke because of it. This country will never change, though. Never.

Tom was really feeling weak because he got so dehydrated. He said he's got to stop napping on donation days because that time should be spent rehydrating himself. He slept a lot and felt really cold, even outside in the 90° sun.

For about six bucks, I got an ankle bracelet trio. They're all silver with different types of chains.