I am having trouble getting used to the new “me.” Right now my right ear is zinging shrilly, while the left is doing something completely different; it sounds rather like a man doing an American Indian chant.

I saw the doctor yesterday and I really like her down-to-earth manor. I poured out my heart to her and she listened. My blood pressure was through the roof. I said,”Right before I came in here, I went to the restroom and there was about two sheets left in the holder. I must have pulled at them repeatedly before I just sighed and made do with two. That’s why my blood pressure is up.”

I told her that I would agree to see an endocrinologist, who would then write orders for me to have an ultrasound/tissue biopsy of the node on one side of my thyroid. I have been putting it off for quite a while. I am quite sure it is benign.

So last night Rob got fed up with me and left. As soon as he left, the power went out. I felt like it was the perfect ending for a stressful day. Why is Rob fed up with me? Because I haven’t gotten a hearing aid yet. I told him the ocular rosacea was dominating my psyche right now.

Of course, I am waiting for acceptance to kick in; meanwhile the rosacea is kicking me in the teeth. Wash your face and let it dry. Apply ointment. Let it dry. Apply sunscreen. Let it dry.
Avoid the sun unless you want more pain.

There is one bright spot in my life and her name is Kamala Harris. Go team! We have all suffered from Trump’s tirades and we know when he loses, he will say “They stole the election again!”

Now my right ear is zinging even louder and I just may have to put Silly Putty in it or something. I am at the stage of falling for anything that will give me relief.

The left is ear is still doing this neutral, but not to be ignored, sound. If I can’t beat them, I might as well join them. Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya…..zing zing zing zing zing.

Vicki Woodyard