Return of the Lurker

 I was hoping for a moment that maybe it wouldn't happen but it did.  The lurker has returned.  On a limited basis.  I don't want to know why. I don't care why.  I'm just tired of the lurker and the phoniness that ensued when they returned yesterday.  

And yet I'm perceived as the too sensitive one because of how I've been treated by the lurker and others.  So it's ok to repeatedly get slapped by others and not let it have it affect you?  I am so tired of that narrative.  I know I've been caught twice being tearful but being human is not a crime.  Being a bully is something that should be taken care of and I'm so tired of the loopholes and the little catches on not addressing that issue.  I think that's where the weakness lies.  Not with me.  I'm the one that has to deal with it.  Others choose to ignore it and think it's ok.

We got another Friday the 13th.  Eh, what's the difference.  Ever since that guy returned to the White House, feels like every day is Friday the 13th.

I made a doctor appointment for next month.  No special reason, but it's the time of year that I do my annual check in and go over my blood work.  I will tell him that I have tried with weight loss.  What do I do now?  I don't care if he gives me a diet plan or exercises to do, I just can't do this anymore on my own.  No, not looking for a magic pill because it's probably not covered by my insurance and the thought of giving myself a shot doesn't sit well with me.  I think the cost would be too much so I'm hoping for some suggestions.  

I'm all in my feelings about the lurker's return.  I would never criticize someone taking time off for an illness or dealing with a loved one being sick.  It seems like it's a lot with her and she's had issues with the truth so it makes you raise an eyebrow on why this happened.  I resent the lurker for the stress she puts us under.  Ok, namely me.  I just felt like the last few months have been too much where I've made mistakes. I didn't realize that I attached the wrong copy for federal tax return until I did my state and I think is it going to get bounced?  I did it in a hurry to get it in because I needed the money and well it's not the lurker's fault.  It's my fault.  It didn't help with the extra that I was doing the last few months.  We went through this last year so will this be the same thing next year?  I'm so sick of this person.

Oh well.  At least the diva will have another play friend.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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