Whining...

First world problems...

I got a new laptop and microphone for podcasting live. My “Producer Jeremy” has a job that isn’t  conducive to live podcast times when I’m dealing with UK time and the oldest boy’s life has come to a screeching halt with becoming a father. So!!! I’m learning the podcast operating system to become.... host and producer! Look at me bulking up that useless resume! 

I also spent so many hours trying to get my new phone to pair with my watch that I thought they might both still be in my hands while my eventual autopsy was being performed. I finally broke down and called Verizon and that only took us two hours. My watch had a mind of its own which reminds me!!

I was singing a made up song to the youngest boy because, don’t you sing made up songs? And Siri says .... I don’t know you.

I looked at my wrist and said... That was fucking rude. And laughed until there were tears in my eyes. How does Siri shade?! Sassy girl!

I’ve not been well. My body sleeps when it’s not well and have I ever been sleeping! I feel better tonight though. 

I’m not supposed to get the cath out for 1.5 more weeks. I’m holding on by the tips of my fingernails at this point. It’s very difficult to explain how hard it is to both be in pain 24/7 and not be able to accomplish a task that other people take for granted every single day. The husband says it was rough last time as well but, I do not remember it being this rough mentally. This consuming. This overwhelming. This much like a raging forest fire in my brain.

Maybe I just blocked it out. I do that sometimes. But one would think that this would be something I will never forget. 

Anyway. I’m gonna go do something productive like learn an operating system. 

Love,

Tracy