So yesterday I was in the middle of updating when the plugins (I’m not even sure what those are) decided they didn’t like me anymore, and made it impossible to get anything done. I had to beg my designer Preston Winfrey for help and then he had to figure out what was going on and get the stupid plugins to work again.
Right around the time things got back to normal, Michael and our friend Larissa dragged me to Texas Roadhouse. The food there is all right but I am NEVER going there on a Friday night again. The noise was absolutely unbearable, particularly after the line dancing started. Crowded restaurants are not the greatest environment for an autistic person.
The conversation was about Michael and Larissa’s role-playing game, which I do not play. I barely said a word the entire time and mostly sat there stimming. Michael kept telling me to go to the bathroom if I needed a break from the noise, but I was afraid that if I did so, I wouldn’t be able to make myself come back to the table.
What a night.
The Missouri Highway Patrol has a bunch of new cases up and I’m going to try to add the rest today. Plugins permitting.
I wrote several days ago about how I was not doing well because I was off my meds due to an insurance hiccup.
Well, I’ve filled out the necessary papers and it’s just a matter of waiting for my insurance to process them. And my psychiatric clinic has stepped up in the meantime. They provided me with medication, and the promise of more until my insurance will start covering things again.
My Thanksgiving was okay, although exhausting. Michael and I went to my family’s meal at my sister’s, then a few hours later we went out to a restaurant with his parents. One of the things I’m most thankful for this year is my dog Kinsey. She is the sweetest dog and she has gotten me on a regular schedule (she fusses at me unless I go to bed when she wants) and gotten me exercise out in the fresh air (between two and four walks a day).
Kinsey’s birthday is on the 27th. She will be fifteen years old. I cherish every day I have with her. And she is a very happy dog now.
Here is Kinsey on the 12th:
And here I am on the 15th, the night I went to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra:
I’m actually wearing lipstick one of you sent me.
Updates should start again tomorrow.
I’ve been decompensating these last few days and not getting much done. Because of an accidental interruption in insurance coverage, I can’t get my medication prescriptions refilled and I haven’t had my meds since Friday.
My psych clinic got a week’s worth of medication for me and I can pick it up tomorrow. But I’m not doing very well right now. Hence lack of updates.
Plus there’s the whole Thanksgiving thing, and it’s going to be VERY hard this year on account of my brother Brendan’s death in February.
How my parents have not fallen completely to pieces I do not know. This is the second time they’ve lost a son in a horrific accident; my brother Brian died in the 1980s.
Yeah, I said updates would return as normal. Then I went to a dental appointment, at my dentist’s insistence, to get a broken tooth fixed. This was not, in my opinion, necessary, that tooth had been broken for fifteen years with no problem, but my dentist kept asking me to get it done.
I’ve been feeling horrible ever since. I guess while my mouth was numb from the lidocaine I chewed on my lip and hurt it pretty badly. Now I have this very painful infection going on there. I can’t eat, I can barely drink or talk, and my mouth hurts all the time.
I hadn’t thought an infection in my lip would make me feel this bad, but it has. These past several days I’ve barely gotten out of bed. I’ve been sleeping a lot.
I am taking antibiotics and the infection IS getting better, as evidenced by photos I’ve taken of myself, but it seems to be more painful every day. I’ve been gulping OTC pain pills and using some prescription mouthwash that’s supposed to numb the mouth. It’s helping a little.
Anyway. I feel like crap.
This week’s featured missing person is Daniel Glennon, a 32-year-old man who disappeared from Sandpoint, Idaho on December 5, 1995. Foul play is suspected in his disappearance, but I don’t have a lot of information about it.
Work on putting up those old resolved cases continues apace. And I got interviewed about the Charley Project yesterday for a lady’s YouTube channel. The interview was conducted using an app and my cell phone camera. At one point early in the recording, you see a pair of black triangular ears pop up on the bottom edge of the frame, because that jerk Aria decided she needed to hop up in my lap RIGHT THEN. I will put up a link when the interview goes up on the channel, later this month.
Michael and I will be pulling up the horrible beige carpet in the living room and hallway and the worn-out linoleum in the kitchen later this week and replacing it all with tile. It will be a great improvement, and much easier to clean up messes, but it will require removing everything from those areas first, which will be an enormous pain. We will somehow have to cram a two sofas, a loveseat, an armchair, a coffee table, an entertainment center, an area rug, two bookcases, a kitchen table and chairs, and a whole bunch of random junk into the bedrooms and offices.
Michael’s mother is coming over to help with some of the furniture moving tomorrow. I don’t know how much help she could possibly be, as she’s got a bad knee. I think she just wants to feel useful. Then Michael and his friend Mark will put the tile down, while I try to keep the animals out of the way. Fortunately Mark has prior tiling experience because the rest of us have no idea what we’re doing. I’m assuming it’s a bit more complicated than just applying glue to the underside of the tiles and lining them up on the floor.
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.
Of course everyone is talking about 9/11 today. I’ve thought about it myself but I’ve thought more about my brother Brendan, whose fiftieth birthday would have been today. He died in a horrible accident in February.
I asked my mom if she wanted to hang out with her or whatever today. She said she was in Michigan so no can do. How she managed not to fall all to pieces after losing a SECOND child, I don’t know.
I hope his sons are doing okay, and his widow. I’ve only seen them once since the funeral.
I wish this all had not happened. If one of us had to die it should have been one who didn’t have kids that were still young. But it did happen and there’s nothing for it but to deal and move on.