Well, I saw the neurologist today.

Good news - he tested me, and I'm at the low end of normal.

Better news - He believes my sleep apnea is a major factor in my memory issues, and said he will send a letter to Alberta disability support to get on their horse and get me a Bipap machine.

so there you go.

a while back I wrote a story called "Rose the Bunny", inspired by a conversation I had on Discord with Rosey Redd. after it was published, she left the comment, "OH god, what did I do? *hides*"

I thought she was joking but since then she's all but vanished.

So if you're out there, Rosey Redd, I'm sorry, and come back.

I'm starting to think I shouldn't drive anymore.

I had 2 scary moments driving today. I was in a turning lane that had a red light while the straight ahead light was green. And somehow both times all I saw was the green light and took the turn anyway.

sighs . . .

So I had a very painful day doing the taxi thing yesterday,

I actually had to call things short, as my knees and my hip were hurting so bad even painkiller couldn't touch it.

Not only that, because we spent about six hours without being able to stop for food, my sugar levels were screaming at me,

Sharon and Sam understood, but I still feel bad for letting them down.

I just had a nightmare while sleeping on my couch.

In it, some guy had me pinned to the ground with his knees holding down my arms. I pushed and wiggled, and even tried to bite his equipment through his pants, but I couldn't move him off of me.

needless to say, I'm kind of shaky

So today was a brain-fart day.

I wanted to go to Costco, because we had bought a new cell phone there, and I wanted to get automatic payments set up.

Only when I got there I discovered I had not brought the phone, the phone number, or the account number.

So back home to get the stuff and go back, and they gave me paperwork to take to the bank.

Go to the bank and they say all they can do is give us paperwork and send us back to Costco.

Well, a brand new story woke me up today and demanded I share it with you all

hope you like it:

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/91628/its-just-clothes

Okay, so Mike and Carol brought home a new cat from a rescue shelter a couple of weeks ago, and Mom and I wondered if she would get brave enough to come down and visit us.

A couple of days ago, we spotted her exploring our rooms, but she didn't seem interested in getting close to us.

For most if not all my life, I've struggled against self-sabotage, and failed.

Over and over again, usually just when I started making headway, I'd do something stupid and blow everything to pieces.

If I had any hope that the work I've been doing on myself the last few years had cured me of that ailment, last night proved otherwise.

See, I went to pick up Sharon, and on the way there had to merge into the other lane because of construction, but unfortunately there was another car already there.

Well, yesterday I maxed out my embarrassment quota for the year in one go.

I was doing my weekly run-around with Sharon, and we stopped at a McDonald's to get some food.

After I ate, I had to go to the bathroom, and for some reason, my confidence vanished, and I was worried about Sharon seeing me use the Ladies, so I opened the door to the men's.

A man inside said, "Ladies is on the other side", and blushing like crazy I went over there.

well, It was after noon before I realized today is Thursday.

Sighs, I'm really starting to worry about my brain

Well, once again, reality turned out to be less scary than anxiety had made it out to be.

I got the brakes fixed on my car today, after stressing over it for more than a week (my repair guy was on holiday).

And instead of the thousand-plus-dollar expense I was expecting, the actual price was $460.

It takes out the last of my reserve fund, but that's what that money was for, and now I can start slowly rebuilding it.

(Breathes a sigh of relief ….)

Its weird to have a revelation about yourself at 55.

But I did yesterday, as I finally realized I am super tactile.

I'm always stroking my blankets, or my stuffed toys, or just about anything I can reach.

Thing is, even now being able to acknowledge this, I still have no clue why I do this.

ah, well.

in case anybody isn't tired of me talking about my dreams, here is last night's:

I dreamed I was an assistant to a young man, who looked like an athlete. I was following him, taking notes on a notepad, and after entering a hotel room with 2 beautiful women on the bed, he announced he was going to take a bath.

Because he also wanted me to keep taking notes, he had me follow him, and in the swimming-pool sized tub were 3 more women who I ignored as I kept taking notes.

okay, its dream time again.

last night I dreamed I was working in a place that kind of reminded me of Black Mesa from the game Half Life. But unlike the game, we were not evacuating, but we were moving.

After helping a woman with some offices, I went to see if I could help anybody else, when one of the senior people there told me we had a spy somewhere in the facility, and asked me to do a search.