Halftime
It feels like there should be less time left on this.
Trying to do so many different things can be exhausting. That neither my wife or I have felt well throughout this week; not sure if we caught something, or, but there’s only these defined windows when I can do things like get vaccinations. I need to finish up my shingles course, get a flu shot, and start on pneumonia (so probably December and January or February).
Essentially, I have about a three-day window where I’m farthest from my MS Disease-Modifying Therapy (DMT) doses. The idea is that you try to take the vaccines when you’re farthest away from the DMT dose. Since “my day” for the DMT dose is the 29th, my window is basically the thirteenth through the seventeenth. Get too close to the DMT dose date, you might negatively-affect the DMT. Take the vaccine too close to the DMT dose, you might negatively-affect the vaccine effectiveness.
Tap-dance when I have trouble walking straight.
Obviously, the cloud hanging over this whole thing has been trying to figure out the disability stuff. Yeah, I have the Social Security Disability largely ready-to-go, but i don’t want to do that until I have the private part figured out. I’m not doing the social Security stuff until I’m absolutely certain that I’m completely finished earning money.
Yes, I’m close to that point, but everything in my being doesn’t want to do it.
Something like that. Odd how an album title comes to mind, and I’m not sure I’ve ever listened to it start-to-finish. Also, why is there the sudden inspiration to go shoot somebody?
But I expect the rest of the month to be jam-packed. We’re supposed to go see some show in DC this week. Do I try to figure out getting in to see my PCP to get this wonky ear checked out again? It’s been almost a month, and things are still strange. Obviously I made it to Biloxi and back without anything much beyond annoyance, but I’d like to feel like things are normal again.
The next week is Thanksgiving; I still have no idea what’s going on with that. I did get the email from the restaurant where I got stuff a couple of years ago. the prices are surprisingly-reasonable. Probably only about double what we spent for fast food last night to feed twice the people.
Since I’m the only one allowed to drink, dunno if buying a bottle of wine would even be worth it.
Do I do “Dry January” again next year?
Or would my time be better-spent digging deeper into the revelations the super-damning Epstein files release, and the new war between OrangeManBad and MTG?
Just don’t know.
Did get some thirdhand information that an acquaintance from Tidewater had died. Seems to be hush-hush about what happened. I didn’t have many interactions with him, but he’d been roommates with another acquaintance, and he was involved with some of the arts community to which I was tangentially-connected. What happened?
(And my scarred brain goes to the opening of this when the AI tool I fed it through took issue with “hush-hush.”)
Maybe someone will let me know. Barreling on with November writing, and all the other things that come with the month.