Either people are stupid or the election process is rigged.
I cannot fathom how Colorado could call a win for Biden within an hour of the polls closing. I can't stand Trump and I remember Biden as a racist. Either way, the people of this country are getting a shit sandwich shoved down our throats.
Right not, my joke about moving to Alaska could actually become a thing to consider.
Voters granted themselves an 18% residential property tax hike by defeating the Gallagher amendment last night. I doubt I'll see any reductions in the rent of the office space I cannot use due to Covid and the order to socially distance. Gallagher offset residential property taxes for homeowners by having business owners pay a higher rate.
Correction 11/18/20: property taxes are going up 164%!!! Wow....
Yeah, I'm thinking about subletting to someone who can use it the hours my colleague isn't there.
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It's not all gloom and doom.
Yesterday was a strange day. In a nutshell, I woke up with severe pain in my groin and went to the doctor so it wouldn't get worse. Turns out I have an infection and was given some antibiotics. It's a girl thing that happens when one doesn't take enough breaks at work.
At the office, a new CNA took a blood sample and forgot to affix the tube and vial to the needle. I didn't feel a thing (It's a hypnosis thing - I can turn off some types of pain). There was blood squirting everywhere; the table, the chairs, the floor before she or I noticed the mistake.
Good thing I reminded her to wear gloves.
I joked that it would have been funnier if this happened last week. I also mentioned that blood letting is allegedly a good thing so maybe I'll be cured of what ails me.
No one laughed.
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If I could take a pill to want guys, would I do that?
Hmm....probably not.
So the doctor had a weird tidbit for me.
He was shocked my liver scan was completely normal. At this point, he decided to tell me something he'd been holding back for a couple of years due to the fears over cancer.
Apparently, I have virtually no testosterone in my blood. He starts of this conversation by asking me if I have "low libido."
My response was "I don't know. I haven't found anyone I want to be with."
He shakes his head and lets me know that this is probably why I haven't found anyone.
I don't know about that. I'm not looking. Besides, I've been burned by immature asshats for so long now, I'm not sure it's worth the trouble.
For someone like me, low testosterone could be adaptive on some level. My marriage basically died in 2001ish? The reason for the question mark is that I kept doing crazy stuff to try to save it.
Maybe it would be more honest to say it was on life support in 2001 but died completely in 2007. If your spouse's mom doesn't like you, you can't be with him or her. If you're in a sexless marriage, this condition could be useful. Right?
To be quite honest, I've grown to like it this way.
I always thought I had too much testosterone. If you know me, I act like a guy. I run into doing shit without thinking about it. I forge ahead. I am too much of a take charge person.
I like guns. I do my own yard work (when I have time). I fix my own appliances until I have to pay someone to fix what I broke. I wish my car was a jeep or a big ol' truck.
Eureka!
Maybe that's all I need to do - go to the range, rent a jeep and take some DHEA. I'll be fixed up in no time.
The low testosterone could explain that hideous pink bathroom on the main level, though.
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After the blood-letting, I felt a little bit dizzy on my way to work.
I popped the antibiotic without reading the label.
It's a sulfa drug. I'm highly allergic to sulfa drugs.
I now have a new pain and cannot breathe well. My tongue is swollen. My eyes aren't working (so please forgive the typos).
On the bright side, there are no hives.
Life is hilarious isn't it?
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The past two days, I've gone to bed around 5:00 a.m. sobbing because I am terrified to sleep. My brain is broken. My dreams are scaring the holy heck out of me. Well, despite my best attempts at staying awake, I actually do sleep.
The dreams were not bad over the past two days. I dreamt of letters I need to write, products I'd like to develop and classes I'd like to take. .
It's getting better.
Thank goodness.
I sure hope the prayers are working.
If this is the last post, it's because I'm in the hospital for anaphylaxis. On the bright side, that's an easier pill to swallow than going to the loony bin.
Love ya,
S.
P.S. My doctor's office is calling as I write this post. It looks like they realized their mistake.
Well, no one is perfect. It's all good. I'm still breathing.
((( hugs )))
Edit two days later:
I had my blood work re-done. There is NO issue with my hormones....None what-so-ever. That whole lack of testosterone thing was a little confusing to me. I've been tempted to be with people -but- I've never acted on it. I'm proud of my ability to maintain self-control - blaming a lack of testosterone takes away the credit I give myself.
Don't let a biological fact ruin anything you're proud of.
Love,
S.