I’ve put up everything through the Resolved89 list, which dates back to early 2013-ish. I tend not to recognize the names but I do recognize the photos of people. It seems the stories of recoveries are as varied as the stories of disappearances.
I want to emphasize that I am NOT going to keep those resolved cases updated. By which I mean, what I put down in the resolved notice is whatever I know at the time, usually right after the person has been found or identified, and I don’t plan on updating that to reflect things like autopsy results, arrests and so on. I’ve got enough on my plate as is.
The back of my right shoulder has pretty well seized up from all this typing and repetitive motions: copy, paste, copy, paste. I’m trying to stretch it out as best I can, and I have applied extra strength Tiger Balm and taken Meloxicam, which is the strongest stuff I have nowadays. I miss the days when, eight or ten years ago, you could go to the doctor and they could give you something for pain that would actually work.
Michael’s parents were over today as they usually are on Saturdays, and they gave me a birthday cake and a card. Shopping for presents with them was kind of problematic last year, so I asked them just to pay my dry cleaning bill instead, and they did. The cost was about the same as they would have spent on my gift.
My psychiatrist had prescribed a new medication last month to help deal with my anxiety, and I think it’s finally started working. I managed to survive lunch with Michael and his parents without even one episode of rocking or hyperventilating, and I don’t think I’ve managed that in years.