I keep getting my Sitemeter stats, and seeing that I get a consistent 200 hits per week, and I’m like, “damn, those people are either reading old stuff, or they’re hoping for an update…” and either way, I figure I should write SOMEthing.
I mean…updates…I’m still sick, still on the doxy/flagyl combo, my kidney infection cleared up, I got a HORRENDOUS hospital bill (that covered my deductible, so yay, but that I don’t have the money to pay, so boo…but we’ll work something out, I guess? I’m still trying not to freak out about it), and I’m going to the dentist on Monday.
I haven’t been to the dentist in 2 years, and I have a hole in one of my teeth (like, I can feel it with my tongue AND see it in a regular mirror…it’s my #19 molar, or the second-to-last molar on the lower left), so that needs to be addressed. Thankfully, it’s only a $50 co-pay for dental work, with 10% after that, and we have an account for that through our insurance, so that should be okay.
Financially, I just don’t want to talk about it. I’m in a giant pile of shit. That’s how that’s going.
SOME GOOD NEWS: I actually got up and danced around like an idiot for about 2 minutes (literally) yesterday. I was listening to “Lonely Boy” by The Black Keys (which always gets me in the mood to move around), and then I started hearing “Papaoutai” by Stromae and just got up, headphones still on, and moved around how I felt like moving. I wore myself out. It was glorious, and my heart rate stayed up for hours (which, um, not good, but I’m not dead!), I couldn’t breathe for a little while (I’ve had a horrible cough due to allergies), but I DANCED FOR 2 MINUTES.
So, you know, that was cool.
I’m insanely jealous of everyone who’s at the NRA Convention, and you folks will see me next year. I promise you that.