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During one of my inconsistent waking activity periods in Mid-June, I finally decided to address the refrigerator's freezer door's incessant & obnoxious popping & ''jumping'' each and every time it was opened, recognizing that all of the "fix" that was required was replace screw/bolt set at the bottom hinge, as the original bolt had been stripped of all of its threads over time. The only problem was my inability to find a suitably sized substitute, but discovering during the constantly failing process that in actuality it was not truly a necessary component anyway, as it was determined that the additional assembly only belonged to an extra part that was merely designed for the purpose of retracting the door to prevent it from remaining in the open position.
Not quite sure what inspired it, but somewhere near the end part of July I'd become curious about my old Florida address (I had been consuming quite a bit of Social Media around that time which was spotlighting the ''FAFO'' bitchslap the State was finding itself having to endure as a result of ''Trump 2.0'' and ''Project 2025,'' including and especially the effects those policies were having on the Region's housing market, so most likely this was the main driving force behind my inquisition): as a result, I would find out that whomever had rented the unit following my departure had not managed to retain the space a half-year ~ and yes, I'm still pissed that they used My ''deposit'' to fix the place up nicely which I was neither welcomed to when I'd acquired it or had ''repaired''/''upgraded'' while I was there continually nagging for such. And yes, they're still squeezing the newest occupants (July 31 ''availability date,'' but I don't think anyone actually moved in until a few weeks later) for $950/mo. rent.
My bladder has been assaulting me with a never-before ferocity, involving frequent nagging intense alerts followed by difficult and often delayed evacuations which are frequently followed-up with additional needling ''re-urination'' urges which often flare-up after only brief minutes apart.
September 1 - 7, 2025 (Monday - Sunday)
So much for that ''re-spark'' of renewed motivation I tried convincing myself I'd be having access to with the start of the new month... not managing to even so much as get out of the house (other than a periodic potted plant watering or monotony-breaking visit to the lanai) until the promise this morning of a trip to ''Sam's Club'' (and ''Aldi''), where my visit to the latter did not even yield the main reason I'd wanted to go there in the first place (cherries), but I did fulfill my intention to try a couple of their ''cheap-line'' flavored wines selections, while grabbing a few items from the Produce section; at Sam's I'd only/mainly wanted to go there for bread, burrito tortillas, shaved turkey luncheon meat, cherry turnover pastries, and sugar (which I'd ended-up forgetting), while bananas were a pre-visit 'debate' purchase and the Roto-Hen was an in-store post-debate impulse buy. (''Sam's'' also had no cherries, which I suspected meant that ''cherry season'' was more of less over.)
We looped to the Post Office before returning to the house so that I could claim my ''Amazon Vine'' ordered ''mandolin slicer'' which, upon unpackaging, turned out to be more versatile than just the plain thickness-adjustable slicer I'd assumed it would be, being similar to that ''As Seen On TV'' travesty I'd usurped from my mother's junk.
Continued to be assaulted by migraine throughout almost the entirety of the remainder of the week -- which had actually began creeping-up on me since Wednesday Morning... as though it was a deliberate interference to prevent me from activating my Medicaid provider switch, the documentation for which I'd acquired after mail retrieval.
It wasn't until late Thursday Night (Sep. 4) that I'd made the disappointing discovery that the turnover pastries I'd purchased Wednesday were in fact not the ''Cherry'' variety: one would've thought that the lack of any ''red'' coloring leeching through might've been my first clue that I'd picked up the wrong/unintended version.
During one of my try-to-sleep-it-off sessions in the upstairs bedroom to battle my migraine on Friday (Sep. 5), I noticed that my Wi-Fi signal on my ''tracfone'' unit had been disconnected and that I was connected to mobile data (possibly since the Wednesday shopping trip?), which was of great concern since I'd been playing a lot of ''WHO?Tube'' video content to keep me occupied during these times of unwellness. An account check via the phone app the following day (Sat., Sep 6) was still displaying my balances as ''unlimited'' Talk/Text (no record of the actual minutes I'd purchased) but showing all-zeroes on my ''Data'' allotment -- the same totals which were delivered to me the previous evening when I'd requested my balances via Support Text. So keeping in mind the endless issues & discrepancies I've had history dealing with regarding these clowns, I accessed my account online via PC, where their record of my usage now showed ''zero'' on both Talk and Text, but my Data reserves showed it as having been reduced down to just over 1GB remaining! -- but again, I cannot be 100% certain if this elimination of Mobile Data was as a result of any misstep on my part or if this was as the result of yet another error on their network's part, as usual, as I'd not been very dedicated to regularly snapshotting my phone balances for several months now, especially after my migration over on my secondary (intended-for-work) phone from ''tracfone'' to ''tello.''
Mi madre confronted me after my late-night shower Sunday (Sep. 7), concerned about the bleeding hemorrhoid issue had for years, after spotting a spot of unflushed evidence of my latest episode in the downstairs toilet.
[Latest Journal Entry]: November 5, 2025
Unmentioned Highlights from Previous Quarter...
''Full Week in Review''
September 8 - 14, 2025 (Monday - Sunday)
Retrieved my latest ''Amazon'' delivery packages from the Post Office Monday Morning (Sep. 8), which consisted of a ''Vine''-ordered set of replacement chandelier dimmer dial knobs as well as my regular Amazon order of my Mother's requested music CD, the price of which I was permitted to deduct from my reimbursement payments of the utilities bills, but having also tacked-on the cost of the regular ''shipping charge'' I would've been assessed as a sort of ''convenience fee'' for having placed the order outside of any upcoming new order placement window... even though, in order to still qualify for ''free shipping,'' I included a ''forced purchase'' in the same order of an arbitrary AC power adapter that would be compatible with my ''Fujifilm'' camera -- the same camera for which I still have a very strong belief that I'd actually at one time already owned but must've somehow misplaced such a unit... except for the discomforting fact that no such item appears at all in any of my purchasing history records.
Activated & Registered my ''Medicaid'' card, but got jammed-up when it came to trying to assign ''Primary Care Physician'' for myself, only to be told that my Mother's Doctor was not avail in my selected HMO network.
After the annoying unwanted and unalterable 1:00 on-the-dot Saturday Morning computer shutdown glitch (Sep. 13), I used that down-time to prepare a meal for myself, only to giving myself a nasty slice across my right-hand thumb while using the mandolin-- cutting into part of my nail and almost shaving away a significant chunk of top-skin (which likely won't fuse back into place) --as I was trying to ''wiggle-cut'' the last nub of a sweet potato I was thick-slicing and somehow pushed my way underneath the blade: part of me wants to suspect that it was another snafu in the Matrix intended serve as yet another inconvenient roadblock delaying me from getting the Fix in on my bicycle and/or motorcycle, rather than merely accepting it as a cautionary learning lesson to respect the fact that this slicing unit came included with an unwieldy recessed holding tool and set of purportedly cut-resistant work gloves for a legitimate reason.
Later that morning, sometime near or after 11:00, I experienced another Data re-connection rejection with my ''Tracfone'' unit after it had auto-shutdown due to a complete battery drain-battery: I would not manage to regain any signal until much later in the evening. In the interim however, I investigated my usage stats, and they would reveal that all of the Data drainage I'd experienced from earlier had appeared to have indeed been as a result of an absentminded oversight on my end.
On Sunday (Sep. 14), as a result of all of the post-Charlie Kirk dirt-nap hysteria, I was inspired & motivated to return to, and resume scripting out, my ChatGPT examination regarding ''D.J.Trumpery'' and His ''MAGA Cult'' goosestepping wind-up dolls.
''Full Week in Review''
September 15 - 21, 2025 (Monday - Sunday)
Spent Monday and Tuesday (Sep. 15-16) testing the time-length vs. memory card capacity of recorded video, switching back-&-forth between my two main cameras, after having first discovered (and inquiring online about) the reality of the ''Fujifilm'' camera automatically shutting-off the video-rec feature after reaching either a 2GB storage capacity or a total record time of about 9.5 minutes or so... regardless of how much storage capacity the memory cards were rated at.
What I found more disturbing however, besides the revelation that both of my main cameras share this same feature of limiting video recording time or maximum memory storage blocks (thereby not permitting continuous unbroken or ''carryover'' video recording) was the fact that my smaller, lesser-featured and inferior resolution ''Canon'' surpassed the ''Fuji's'' performance in both of those areas, shutting off its vid-recording function after about 29.75 minutes, give or take, of continuous operation or upon reaching a 4GB block of memory capacity -- which were roughly the same results I'd gotten with it when I'd recorded myself Eating ''Mimi's'' Pussy for the first time, but which during that session I'd contributed to the recording having reached the full capacity of the physical memory itself, since I had inserted the 4GB ''2-rated'' card at the time.
Continued to monitor and carefully nurse my slashed thumb throughout the week... and it would appear to be fusing back into place, rather than being rejected & dying off -- but I still don't want to lower my guard regarding it quite just yet....
''Full Week in Review''
September 26 - 28, 2025 (Friday - Sunday)
Finally broke myself out of my funk long enough Friday (Sep. 26) to contact my Medicaid provider ''Anthem HealthKeepers'' (Blue Cross/Shield) to help instruct me on what I need to do to get myself into the System and try using some of the Service(s) both to get my dwindling eyedrops prescriptions re-established as well as get my stuff checked out before those Trump cut-offs have a chance to take effect.
This information dive had been preceded by a call to my credit card issuer (via the provided phone numbers on the back of the card) to inquire about a questionably ''official-looking'' email I'd received several days prior regarding a refund credit that had been applied to one of my cards which had been there for a while, which they were telling me I had to transfer to a bank account, otherwise they would've mailed me a physical check in the amount (an insignificant $1.61).
Early (post-Midnight) Sunday Morning (Sep. 28) I reached the point of despair and defeat regarding this sliced thumb tip as I was no longer confident that the re-fusing process was actually taking place, given the drying shriveling edges and the still reddish simultaneously numb/painful to the touch main center area -- so this time after cleaning & disinfecting I resorted to the cyanoacrylate method to try to help hold it in place and to (hopefully) prevent any further shrinking away.
''Weekend in Review''
September 29 - October 5, 2025 (Monday - Sunday)
Rather than attending to it on Monday, as was my original intent, I held out until Wednesday (Oct. 1) to start making my calls to register to my pre-selected Primary Care Physician, who was supposedly staffed at the clinic just down the main road a few blocks westward, but found no mention whatsoever of that assigned Practitioner anywhere in the Anthem-Blue PDF list of medical providers, which I explained to the phone receptionist, only to be told the facility was no longer accepting any new patients and that I would have to be placed on a long waiting list.
So I put off any PCP registration follow-up until the following date (Thu., Oct. 2), which I was going to engage in after my Mother and I returned from a planned trip to ''Sam's Club'' after she had returned from getting her ''no hair'' cut. But when I received no sort of acknowledgment from her, neither by phone nor by shout-out after she returned to the house briefly, I decided to called around 1/4-past Noon to inquire about when to expect her to return for the trip back out, but she said she was already at Sam's, but mentioned that she had forgotten to bring something along with her that she'd needed to take with her (some sort of bill payment document) and said that as a result she would need to be going back out there next morning anyway -- so I stated that it was something that could be chalked up as a fortuitous turn of events anyway, as the delay would allow more time to re-engage in my PCP search.
The second ''nearby'' clinic I'd called, located on ''Peter's Creek Road,'' stated they were beholden to the same issue re: the taking in of new patients and the ''waiting list'' roadblock. The receptionist there suggested that I call the ''Carilion'' mainline (with whom the clinic was affiliated) for their assistance in possibly locating a clinic in the area which was still accepting 'open enrollment,' as it were: the only available location found that was still taking in new patients, and with the earliest available scheduling, was a facility on the West end of Salem City (right next to the ''Walmart'' there, just a ways past the High School), with the earliest schedule where they could fit me in was in late-October! (I could've opted for a day earlier, but I wanted the more doable convenience of having scheduled time that was not so early in the morning.)
Any idea of being able to head back out to Sam's got called into question when I received a call explaining to me that the car had decided to throw another pouty-lipped fit and refused to start normally again, so she wasn't able to arrive back to the house until late.
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When morning came (Fri, Oct. 3), I asked if she had any plans on trying to chance another trip out with the vehicle, risking another misbehavior incident, but she insisted that she was going to give it try anyway.
After checking out with my Sam's grocery purchases, I realized that I had accidentally left with an unpaid roto-hen my Momz had placed on my cart which I'd completely forgotten about: after much mulling it over in my head (including being further assisted by conversation disruptions which kept interfering with my attempts to mention it in the first place), I finally decided to just remain silent about it, especially after she had mentioned & confirmed that the bottle of pink moscato I'd found set in the spot where I've been keeping my own wine bottles in the refrigerator she had indeed purchased for me as a gift... and so I claimed that I would accept the wine as a trade-off for a single leg-&-thigh from the chicken which she'd assumed I'd paid for on her behalf.
After putting away my groceries, and as I was prepping one of the cauliflower crust pizzas I'd purchased, my Mother had a nasty trip-&-fall in the kitchen which resulted in her breaking her ceramic bowlate in nearly perfect halves with almost no other shards. Overly confident about this, I carelessly grabbed the second half the broken plate trying to pick it up, not really realizing that I was grabbing it along the broken edge, and really not realizing that ceramic edges could/would be so sharp... and as a result I'd ended-up getting a cut on the inside the thumb on other hand as well.
Later in the night I began clipping/trimming away some of the loose/peeling edges around my major wound, still behaving somewhat cautiously optimistic regarding the healing process.
The attempted repair (super-gluing) of my now completely snapped hand shower receptacle went about as well as should've been expected ... so now I'm left facing the dilemma of trying to pseudo-repair it again and just try to wing it by [gently] mounting it more in accordance with the positioning the extreme majority of people would set it, or if I should go ahead and break-out and install my second/backup set and run the risk of that one getting inadvertently damaged as well....?
''Full Week in Review''
October 27, 2025 (Monday)
Had to rush a bit to get to the bus stop (of the most crappy public transit system I've ever utilized) on time in order to keep my physician's appointment: the original plan was to have my mother to drive me out there, but one of my uncles had come by Saturday to remove her car in order to continue repairs on it to try to fix the persistent problem which supposedly required a replacement part that the manufacturer no longer stocks or produces.
The clinic and the staff were very nice -- probably because of the fact that it is so far outside of the ''poor[er]'' sections of the Primary City. During the intake process, I was subjected to blood work and received my seasonal flu/COVID update inoculations. Along with my eyedrops prescription renewal, I was recommended a medication that is supposed to aid me in easing my urination issue.
I shopped at the ''Walmart'' there for some fresh produce before heading back out to the bus stop for the return trip, disembarking at the Post Office to claim my latest ''Amazon Vine'' order (my earphones extension cord) and to check if the replacement credit card she'd requested following a suspicious charge had accidentally been sent to the P.O. Box (which was a negative, requiring her to contact the card issuer for an update). During portions of the trip back I added & re-shuffled launch icons on my phones to accommodate new installations I'd included, most notably several additional language-learning apps to compliment ''Duolingo'' after their latest trash re-modification which is infuriating the greater number of ''free'' users of the app.
I decided to postpone selecting a personal pharmacy, because sadly, the only things in the rough general area which may be part of my provider network are a couple of ''CVS'' locations, and especially because I'd refused to placate that answering service which was trying to FORCE me to literally ''TALK'' to some automated machine!
My post-inoculation arm soreness is nowhere as discomforting this time as usual... I've still yet to see how ''out of it'' I may become as a result of the vaccination cultures themselves however.
18:40, Eastern Daylight Time
October 28, 2025 (Tuesday)
The effects of the vaccines finally began catching up with me around 5:00.
Partially because of these downtrodden feelings and sore arms, I opted against leaving the house to walk down to the ''CVS'' down the road to inquire about their ''in-network'' status with my Health Care provider, so again I tried to circumvent that disgusting autobot call transfer system they have in place, and I still stubbornly refused to play that stupid game, so I'd instead resorted to calling the ''Anthem'' number directly to acquire that information.
During the call, I also updated my ''Primary Care'' information (as I'd since made the decision to not bother trying to switch PCPs again after all the hassle I've had to endure throughout this entire process). Prior to the call ending, I was informed that I was scheduled to re-apply to renew my ''Medicaid'' membership, whereupon my call was transferred for that purpose, as I'd not received any re-application documentation in the mail.
It was toward the end of the intake session with the Medicaid rep that I was informed that even though the system is structured to go through the renewal process annually, I could opt for a 5-year contract before being required to reapply again, which I went with, explaining that my projected income was likely not going to move that far beyond what I typically bring in anyway, so annual reassessments based on my income qualifications would seem like overkill.
Throughout the day, I'd received alerts regarding my lab results: I was relieved to learn that they did not detect any questionable issues with my liver, and that I did not register as diabetic or pre-diabetic, but they did have some minor concerns about my kidneys, and (shocker of all shockers) they said I'd tested for elevated cholesterol levels, for which they want to put me on medication.
21:00, Eastern Daylight Time
November 4, 2025 (Tuesday)
Managed to break out of my ''wrapped-up in a cold room'' funk this afternoon to check on my prescription orders, and to absolutely no surprise there was nothing there to be had -- not even a call had been placed! I knew to expect this when I called several days ago to name my chosen pharmacy and was more or less forced to leave that information on a recorded answering system, following which I'd never received a return call for any sort of confirmation! After almost precisely a full half-hour of being on the phone with the Doctor's nurse, I was FINALLY able to get them to acknowledge, and later order, my medications.
On the way walking to the pharmacy I took note of the road sign at ''Melrose Market'' announcing that the AfricAm history & culture museum would be establishing their new presence at that location, and I noted (and went inside to take a snapshot of their ''floor menu'') the existence of the African Market of which I'd been previously unaware; on the way back, I'd decided to patronize the Jamaican food shack on the road-fork corner parking lot in order to try Jamaican ''Jerk Chicken'' for the very first time.
22:05, Eastern Standard Time
November 5, 2025 (Wednesday)
Received a call from ''CVS'' this afternoon, informing me that my prescribed medications were now available for pick-up, which I retrieved a few hours later and just came straight back to the house.
21:05, Eastern Standard Time
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