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I'm not sure where in our adventures I was last time, so I'll just pick up here.

First of all, I survived September. September is always a horrible month for me. But I made it through again.

It's Wednesday. I was up all night because that's how insomnia works. I got up early because I was supposed to have had a physical therapy appointment at 9:00 a.m., but that got cancelled on me, which I only figured out after I had gotten up and had coffee and breakfast and a shower. Grrrr. I had to call to make another appointment and the next one they had was two weeks from now. I also had to make an appointment with another specialist. The next appointment I could get was October 30. And we have ridiculously expensive, top-of-the-line insurance. Why, again?

Anyway, since I haven't been sleeping much at night, I've been reading a lot. A while back I downloaded all the Great Brain books onto my kindle and read them and recently I've been re-reading them. After I finished those eight, I downloaded a couple of other books (Mama's Boarding House and Brave Buffalo Fighter) by the same author, John D. Fitzgerald. I finished Mama's Boarding House and got most of the way through Brave Buffalo Fighter. The one book that I wanted to read but which eluded my kindling was the first book the author wrote called Papa Married A Mormon. It was out of print, so I went online and ordered a copy from Alibris. That should be here sometime in the next week or so.

After I had sorted out my doctors appointments, I went back to bed and slept for a few hours.

In the evening, Dave and I went out to look at eyeglass frames. We went to the place approved by our insurance company, but their prices are insane. The cheapest pair of frames (not the lenses, just the frames) I liked were $188 and the most expensive were $685. For frames! I'll go to Costco, where the most expensive frames run around $100 and many (most) are much less expensive than that.

After the eyeglasses place, we went and had Japanese food for dinner. Dave had ramen and I had soba. After, we stopped at the co-op, where we bought eggplant and other things to make ratatouille. (I've been craving eggplant for a week.) On the way home, we stopped for giant fizzy drinks and a bag of ice.

When we got home, I found a text from a friend telling me that she had been offered a job at a nearby hospital. I'm very happy for her, since she's had trouble finding a job. I texted back my congratulations.

We put our groceries and such away and then I started on a sewing project for Dave. He has also been having problems with his shoulder recently. Using the heating pad often helps it feel better but he can't really use the heating pad while he's working, so when we got home I sewed up a rice-filled pouch for him to heat up in the microwave and drape over his shoulder. I cautioned him several times not to keep it on for longer than 20 minutes (he burned himself with the last rice-filled pouch I made him) and he actually listened this time. (It helps, too, that this pouch is thinner, with less rice than the last one so it cools down more quickly.) After I finished that, sewed up a second, simpler pouch to use on my own shoulder. I was going to move on to another project when I finished that one, but it was getting late and I wanted to turn the mattress and change the sheets on the bed, so I put away my sewing things and did that.

Dave went to bed soon after and I'm up now. I watched some youtube videos and read a few websites and then I finished reading Brave Buffalo Fighter.

What else?

Oh, my diploma from the university arrived yesterday. Yay. (I don't have the one from the community college, because they're too cheap to mail it to me. I have to go pick it up myself, believe it or not.)

I also got a text from a friend who heard through the grapevine that one of my clinical instructors recently had a stroke on the way to clinicals. This poor woman. While I was in her clinical group, her husband died of COPD. She took a week or so off and then came back to work. I'm sure the stress of that didn't help. She also smoked like a train (as did her husband), which didn't help. Awful.