The B12 is helping my feet but I also bought extra thick / wide Sketchers and compression socks. I was able to do the Community Day Pikmin challenge as a result. Sometimes I get shooting electrical shock pain through my feet but I believe it’s getting better.
I had a migraine for the last….oh I’m almost at a week. No fucking idea why (okay maybe it was the near miss dog attack). I’ve had to stop taking every supplement and scale back my food. I don’t know what the deal is.
I think Yoga would help but I just don’t have much enthusiasm right now, my head hurts and I’m depressed. Feels like life is done, it either has more suck in store for me, more pain, more loss or nothing at all. I just don’t want to deal with it. Don’t take me too seriously, I’m old and in pain.
I bought Mr. Poutou sardines in water (no salt) and he really seems to enjoy them. He also gets a little Sheba brand cat food but no dry food. Wookie likes to sleep on my hair at night, it’s like having a big fuzzy Russian fur cap on my head. The cats were cuddle puddle sleeping with me this week.
I was almost attacked by a dog this week when I went out to get the trash can and mail. A young guy was walking this Belgian Malinois / Rotweiler / Shepard mix and it went crazy trying to attack me. It’s the neighbors dog so I was familiar with him but it was scary. The guy straddled him and choked him with the collar but he barely could contain him. Technically it’s till a puppy but probably well over 100lbs atm, he’s going to be huge but not thin and lanky like a Manilinois but stocky with an enhanced square jaw like a rot. If the leash had broke or if a man had not been the one walking him, the dog could have easily killed me. I’m not exaggerating there you know – and if it killed me, then what? No one would give a shit that’s what. The excuses, the endless excuses for the chaos, the drugs, the poverty, the complete decline. “They’re oppressed!” Oh thank you Karl Marx you fucker.
No matter how bad things get everyone is in denial.
“Oh it’s not that bad.” Pitbulls crossed with great danes. Mallinois’ back crossed with their father-brother rotweiler. Why. Why is this a thing. Remember when people had family dogs? A little terrier. A floppy eared mut. They can’t afford to feed themselves so these dogs get neglected. Unfed. Unsocialized. Talk to people – “oh yeah so and so had their three year old killed.” Casually, like it’s a Tuesday (because it is) – how did this happen in America.
Side note…
My son said someone came into the sporting goods store with her Venti-latte and blue jeans put on backwards (yes really) and said, “I want a shotgun!” He brought her over to the gun case where she stops, stares and asked….”is….is that for sale? OMG” she pointed to a plastic knife with the word, ‘CHINA’ printed on the plastic blade….yeah….it’s for sale. “OMG, OMG, this is an original Princess Bride blade from the ancients…how much??” Well, $14.99 … she had him put it on hold as she did not have $14.99 and wandered out of the store still impressed she had found a museum relict. ;-P
Maybe that’s the week long migraine, it seemed to start with the dog event. Maybe the whole, “you just have to put up with it, and a threat to your life isn’t a big deal” just pisses me off on the inside in a way that is hard to express. I just have druggler fatigue along with sick of the grey skies and not feeling well.
There is a 1969 trailer home that still has the original carpet and wood paneling for sell in my neighborhood, it sits on a lot so small it barely has a place for a car – $270,000. Its honestly maybe worth about $15k, generously. But that’s the kind of inflation we have. This is a ‘bad’ neighborhood (you know with dangerous druggler dogs) but the prices are still astronomical.
The daffodils are starting to bloom and the robins have arrived. Spring is around the corner.
