Whoooo boy.
New year, new uneasy feeling. I'm thinking of that old Eagles song, "Peaceful Easy Feeling." Nope, this is anything but.
Bad BAD reaction to the flu shot. Projectile vomited after a grumbling stomach all day yesterday. Body aches, headaches, and an arm that feels it was hit by a bat. Oh, this is NOT fun. Soup and toast for dinner.
I really should try and return here. Writing and music was always a balm for my scorched soul.
Orange is back, yes he's back. Yikes.
Mr. Blackie Boo, (Dexter Part 2) has not adjusted to my kissing and squeezing him, but I will still do it. His rough patchy fur is finally soft after a few years of consistent brushing and not having to eat out of garbage cans. He will be 7 soon.
Christmas came and went, my pre-lit tree died row by row in darkness.
Thyroid is still bleah, perimenopause is here, pcos is in full swing, hair loss has begun. Oh, what fun bodily changes are.
The TikTok ban was a psy-op, you can't tell me different. I'm back on, though. Fuck FB, IG, and X. I simply don't care. I might upload to YouTube again, I think I sent something there the other night. I am using filters that match the makeup I was known for in the 80s and 90s. It makes me think of the Jetsons when they put their "faces" on when they spoke on the video phone. Star Trek and the Jetsons pretty much predicted huge chunks of the American future. It made me laugh when I was a child, but it's true now!
So weird. But, here I am. I have to try and reach out this year, but it's so hard. I have faded from so many people's lives. My illness, chunks of my energy have just been sapped, and a bit of depression, too. Maybe this is the passage of time. I haven't forgotten you, but I've just been so pulled away from focusing on other lives.
There is also a suspected ADHD diagnosis based on things I just found out about my relatives. There is no medication available, though. I will have to stay weird and frazzled, no change there.
Sigh. Dear God, get me thru this year.
