I think there are too many distractions going on for our own good.

Look over there — it’s a murderous AI chatbot who wants to kill us all and fell in love with a random person.

But, wait! We wasted nearly half a million dollar missile to pop a $12 balloon.
No…. Don’t look at the released Epstein files. We don’t want you to know the names but it’s okay to start at the Satanic Grammy performance.

Look over there at the great job numbers but don’t pay attention that they don’t have grounding in basic math or the thousands being laid off from big tech companies.

Inflation doesn’t exist outside of the magically higher grocery prices, and no one needs to look at the repost saying America will be broke by July.

There’s just too much to keep track of and that means, of course, there’s something HUGE that is coming down the pike. Rather it be the Fed coin, Chinese WW3, or mRNA causing silver snail like things in people’s hearts, there’s SOMETHING big.

God help us.

We’ll never see it. There’s just too much fireworks going off right now, but something must be truly coming to warrant a grand finale like this.

Too much fizz bangs going on.

— I’m okay, sort of.
I’m struggling. Not any more than usual. If anything, a bit less.

I can’t sing enough on how Jason’s job and current success is making me feel. I’m so thankful that it’s real and, so far, happening. Baby steps, but it’s there and, soon, he’ll be running and skipping instead of sipping. =)

Thank you, O’Lord.

The doctors, on the other hand, are really dragging me down.
Dr. P, the primary care physician, has gotten in on the action now. The last time I was there, which was just last week, said that I’m at risk of my heart stopping. I know it’s time for a check-up. After all, it’s been five years since my ticker had its walls checked for repairs I’m ready to go to the specialist… they ever call to schedule… and I have an appointment for the test next week.

But, this is just a routine check It’s not like I’m dying although she is making it out that I am. The heart isn’t failing. This is just a check to see how much it has repaired from when I nearly screwed it up 5 years ago. Dr. P knows this and even told me this but still acts like I could just suddenly die.

Maybe she has me confused with someone who has the Covid vaccine. If my heart had weakened walls and I had the vaccine, I could be in serious trouble— make that quadripple — but I didn’t have the vaccine. If there is any mRNA in me it’s from someone at the gym shedding or it got into the yogurt somehow — which is entirely possible as cows are now being vaccinated.

That’s another area we’re not supposed to look at — food being vaccinated to catch the people who didn’t have something foreign stabbed into their arm by an unknown multi-million pharma company who wants to mutilate children. Sorry. Can’t look at that either.

Why is Dr. P obsessed with me drinking at least three Ensure a day?
It’s just a check up.

I don’t get it.

But, I’ve been trying to get over here to post a blog for weeks Now I can’t seem to rub two thoughts together. But, I just had a touch of the runs. That’s exactly what I need. To become ill. Dr. P would put me in the hospital over a case of the Hershey Squirts.

She’s making me nervous. Dr. S is making me nervous. Ashely from Centerstone is.

I’m trying to get better. I’m eating. I’m taking myself to the movies and eating grilled shrinp with asparagus. Salsa and celery. Salad and ham. Even crackers. I started watching “You” on Netflix. I’m trying to get better. It’s just not going to be quick.

But I am trying, sincerely. Jason has a job and things are starting to look up – just a little. Each day is closer to my beloved spring. The cold causes me pain, but I endure. It’s just not going to be quick. I’m trying and I’m looking forward to some of it.

This Tuesday’s $5 movie is, apparently, the new Ant Man. Hopefully it doesn’t suck.
We shall see.

I’m trying. Now, if I can just think and not have the runs or be ill.

Help me. Help me.