The more I hear about the Snowflake, the more I feel that the man is completely evil. If I were religious, I might think he's the Antichrist himself. Today (as I write this, you'll see this post a bit later), the Snowflake is blaming Autism on Tylenol. Remember, this is the same man, a non medical professional, who said that Hydroxychloroquine, a drug to treat Malaria, would cure Covid-19. One thing I learned about him is that if he asks you for the time, just make sure your watch is still on your wrist and your cell phone is in your pocket (or purse) before he leaves.
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When I went off on my recent cruise, my left shoulder was bothering me. I could barely stand the pain, but did my best to not let it bother me. (I felt it was one hell of a pinched nerve.) The pain has subsided, but has not completely gone away. So I'll talk about this with my doctor when I see him next. But this isn't my only problem that I have to see my doctor about. Again, it seems as if the wrong insurance information was fed to the lab test company, and I will again need to fix things with them. So, I will need to bitch a little with the doctor's office, as they were supposed to fix this several weeks ago.
Since I will likely have to visit the doctor's office with my insurance card, I will likely dress as Mario in the morning. I'll be able to kill two birds with one stone, as I have a package supposedly waiting for me at the post office, and I don't remember buying anything that needed shipping while I was on the cruise. RQS has an idea from whom this package could come from, but I doubt it. We'll find out when I visit the post office next.
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Today was a low energy day. Although I continued some work on my de-cluttering project, I didn't do that much. Instead, I took a drive to Poughkeepsie to try on new dresses at Lane Bryant and then have dinner. Well, the dresses looked nice, but they were not worth $100/ea. Dinner was better - a bowl of clam chowder, followed by a pastrami Reuben. Yum! (The waitress had one of the most pleasant voices and demeanors I've come across in wait staff lately. If I were only a 30 y/o male....)
And then, it was the drive home for the night. Tomorrow, it will be warmer and wetter. So, I might as well get some Mario Mode things done in the morning, so I can enjoy transforming into Marian for a Mani-Pedi in the afternoon.







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