Wow, I feel like an absolute ass. The more classes I take, the more I learn my mistakes haven't been small or insignificant. They are huge, massive misses in a world where I have had access to all the tools but haven't been able to figure out how to use them correctly.
All good, I'm finally figuring this out and I have a lot of entries written for the coronabalona site and some others. This will not look ANYTHING like it does right now by the end of the year as my next classes are WordPress ones. I want to kick myself square in the jaw for letting several of my genius sites go over the years--because all I had to do was take some classes instead of begging people for favors when they had their own shit to do. My brain doesn't work as well for self-directed lessons as it does with direct instruction--my attention span is pretty damaged from all the strokes I've had and now I am just nervous this next surgery is going to wreck whatever good brain matter I have left and ruin everything. I have the next test on 11/30 and we will ...
I have been taking those classes lately and realized nobody gives a fuck about reading my daily musings for the most part. I guess, sure, some of you might be slightly amused over the years but generally speaking, the past's interpretation or really my own regarding a blog being an online diary isn't what people use blogs for anymore. Who knew? Apparently everyone but me but I never really read anyone else's blogs, admittedly.
The blog is a tool to help or redirect to selling something. I know, I know, as I have pointed out to friends before, Captain Obvious strikes again. I want to help people, of course, but reading about my shitty family situation or whining about life isn't exactly fucking helpful to most people. Given all of the stuff happening in the world with corona and the newly minted heart patients and my own experiences with heart surgery and strokes and the rest, I think I have a lot more tools to help than I might have initially realized.
With that being said, I am speaking with a new rockstar surgeon about the valve. He read the reports and was shocked I was still pretty coherent, alive ...
Well, one thing I can say about moving back to the East coast is there is a heck of a lot more to get dogs sick here. In Colorado the worst you'd have to worry about is burned paws because the asphalt can get that hot. Or, of course, a dog attack, but most of the things that happen can be largely in your control. Here, maybe not so much.
The dog has been pretty much sick since we got here. He's been oscillating between acting like he's absolutely miserable to absolutely scratching the shit out of himself. I thought it was the shock of the move, losing his doggy and people friends, me crying because I have no friends, well the excuses I had for his changed behavior were endless. And good luck getting a dog appointment in the pandemic so easily--I made one weeks ago and we went yesterday. Now, Duke is perhaps the most floofy of the floofers, the sweetest dog really there is. He actually took it all much better than me, though the shock $530 bill at the end of it all, my tears pleading it down from close to $900 left me in ...
