I hate that I am a fucking expert on this over all things. I really don't need this to be my specialty--cardiac surgery, anyways, but I suppose you should talk about what you know. I know I need to get more photos, some tiktoks happening, though it's hard to imagine music to some things I want to talk about. I suppose I should probably just film a bunch of shit and Fiverr it for some options. After all, I can talk about it until all ends of the earth but I'm no fan of my face or voice a lot of the time. My creativity extends to what I can fashion with my hands, the internet is a little more abstract than my mind likes to work with so my program knowledge hasn't been the best over the years.
So the boots I have become a little too happy with--and I did buy a PEMF mat--the reviews were just solid for what I am hoping to get out of it, the next step is getting on a schedule which is maybe not every day as my date draws closer so I can use it coming out ...
Today today. Oh yes, today was blood test day where I hung around a LABCORP, probably chock full of the COVID-infected--but every day seems to be a day where I have to do something. Tomorrow I don't know that I do, but the next day, yes. Tomorrow will be yoga day, where I pick the class that has to help me get at least flexible enough-you do tend to naturally lose weight going through this garbage--it is so crazy, but I literally cannot imagine how this will all go but I am trying to, the emphasis on setting myself up for maximum survival. I have some calls in to the PEMF mat experience--again I am not sure if it is hogwash because I am someone who has tried everything--REIKI, reflexology, acupuncture, tai chi--lots of different juices and health food store recommended mixes over the years, everything from Noni to sour cherry and pomegranate juice to now the MSM, lots of different books, and even some personal experience with the Landmark Forum, there's not much I didn't try to make some sense of all of the shit--and ultimately I realized there is no sense to this shit. This ...
So I got a little help yesterday--this was good because we hadn't paid my credit cards in a few months and I needed a few things, as mentioned recently. A few hundred dollars can go a long way in my world to remedying things--right now things are a bit tight because of some of my last minute medical needs and some issues I had overspending a bit. I wasn't spending it on Louis Vuitton or anything like that, nothing fun, no, but on fucking food. I am kind of a foodie--I will spend good money on a good cut of meat or to complete a meal I think would be good to try--there's almost nothing I won't or feel I can't make. So on the list, as mentioned, is a PEMF mat, which may or may not be absolute hogwash hoo-ha whatever, but we will see--the cost of that will be $750 a month, so that might be lumped in with a possible place to help if someone offers, but the compression boots ended up being a bit over $105 and I have to tell you--they are AMAZING. Now, I have what do you call them, pastrami feet, ...
