Dear Mom and Dad,

You've been gone for 13 years now, and I can't say I miss you, given the horrible way you often treated me. But I get it now, I totally get it. I understand how I drove you crazy with my constant, never-ending excited talk about Charlie's Angels, which I was so obsessed with. Well, first it was The Bionic Woman, then Charlie's Angels, and then Linda Ronstadt. But yes, I totally get it now. Repetition sucks. Too much of anything sucks.

You see, just about every single fucking site I visit online features something about Trump. Everywhere I go, I have to see that orange face. That misogynistic, homophobic, delusional little shit—and I'm sorry, but I wish the bullets fired at him hadn't missed, even if he’d only have been replaced and I'd still have to see and hear the same old bullshit every single day on almost every website. I understand his hatred for Muslims, and I get not wanting millions of foreigners to come and hog our resources every day, but yes, I totally get how hearing and seeing the same things over and over again can drive you a little batty.

Using my points from my insurance plan, I've got a Vanilla Woods scented candle on the way. Hopefully, it burns clean without the soot and I can smell it enough. Candles don't usually put out enough scent in the way that incense and wax warmers do.

Tom’s second cataract surgery went well and a little faster. He said it was a little weird, though, because they did some things a little differently. The last time he was out enough that he didn't remember the procedure, but this time they gave him the stuff to relax him, though not enough to stamp out his awareness. He said he wasn't nervous though, and there was no pain. They kept calling him Thomas, too. 

He was a little frustrated to learn at the last minute that he has to go for his follow-up tomorrow in Port Richey and not Spring Hill. It sucks because he not only has to drive further, but had he not found out when he did, he would have gone to the wrong place. And I'm frustrated because I'll have to sleep tomorrow during his appointment. Really wish I could have the house to myself a little more often, but at least I get some alone time when he's sleeping. He's napping right now. As usual, illegal or not, his driver spoke no English. Better to come here and work than sit on welfare, but still… if you're going to move to another country, learn the fucking language!

I think that if they won't help me with my nose and mouth guard next year, I'm going to drop insurance altogether and just do my levothyroxine and labs through Amazon till I can get Medicare. They've got a really twisted sense of what's medically necessary. Just because something isn't about to kill you doesn't mean it's still not necessary. In that case, they may deny my nasal surgery and even the mouth guard. I've seen women who were unable to conceive get denied help by their insurance companies because it's not “medically necessary,” and even kids denied prosthetic limbs and anti-nausea medication after cancer treatments. It's pretty fucked up, and I can see why people like Mangione got fed up enough to go after United’s CEO. So many people's lives could be made so much better if they only gave a damn. Boob jobs and other cosmetic surgeries — that's the stuff you don't cover, not stuff that can make people's lives much more bearable.

Day three and I still have fatigue. I double-checked, and it said that you can have fatigue after getting both flu and COVID vaccines for up to three to five days. I hope that’s all this is and that my CF isn’t worsening!

Decided to do AI summaries of my journals on PB. I did what I've done so far of this month, and then I'll do weekly summaries from here on out. Because I just did one on what happens to be Thursday, I'll do them every Thursday in the future.

No more trying to drown out the planes, because it just won't work unless I have things uncomfortably loud. The air cleaner in the bedroom doesn't drown out small planes or helicopters and I can't drown out anything sitting at the other desk, so what’s the point?