Back to It

Today is my Monday and no, not looking forward to it.  Hopefully there's no lurker incidents to report.  Give me a few days with it, lurker, please?  Sigh.  I think the Thinker is off so it'll be a quiet day for me not to share my annoyances.  It's ok.  The cat will talk to me.  

What a weird day it was yesterday.  My mom laughed when I told her that it was mentioned it's been 11 years since I had prostate cancer. I know people misspeak.  I felt kind of stupid but I didn't take offense.  Someone else might have reported it, but I misspeak too.  It felt weird having it asked like that in front of a student, but I thought eh, we're all human.  I thought maybe this is a sign for change.  I don't know.  For the time being it was a good fit.  With me not having an oncologist, I might need a female voice moving forward when it comes to health issues.  I have one male doctor who's freaking awesome.  It's not an offense to gender.  It's just about need.  I thought I'd be changing dentists last month and here I'm pondering a different medical change.  I have time to think about it.  

I am happy to see that I have been losing weight even though the sinus infection is gone. I don't feel like eating much.  Maybe it's people in my ear making comments.  I don't know.

I'm excited for tonight's election results in Virginia.  I hope the measure passes for redistricting.  We need some help in this insane world right now.

I had asked the Threads community about opportunities to meet others in the Milwaukee area.  Yeah. I might as well have yelled into the void.  I would like to take something that's maybe on a Saturday morning for a couple of hours and learn something new like crocheting or knitting.  Maybe I'll have to go into one of the libraries and ask them about it.  Normally my mom isn't up and ready until after 10 and we don't do anything until afternoons so it would be nice to do something on a Saturday or Sunday morning. I am just feeling so alone and vulnerable right now.

On that note, I should start my day.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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