But enough of my radio fandom. I'd bore everyone with my old radio wish list.

*Dickson

In fact, there's an entire radio series written by J.D. Carr called Cabin B-13. It started as an episode of Suspense:
youtu.be/d121PfJlEAo

There are only around 5 episodes of the program that survived. Oh, it burns! The episodes I have found just make me want more.

They say cursing is a sign of intelligence...https://www.sciencealert.com/swearing-is-a-sign-of-more-intelligence-not-less-say-scientists

This is a bit all over the place, but...how have I just now heard of banana baseball? Prolly cos I don't like baseball, but I appreciate wacky sports!

Not sure if I'll start spending more time here, I'm still working on not preasuring myself to "do" things or feel like I have to be doing something to be productive. I'm breaking a long-standing, deeply-ingrained habit.

THC spray.

Those capsules are "fast-acting", all right.

My niece's little guy will be 1 on the 30th. Already.

my CPTSD symptoms. So health is holding steady for the moment. I am recoving from a sinus infection. Yay.

So, those of you who celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving, and I'll be around.

I've been taking more time to read and let myself rest and even (gasp!) let myself actually enjoy things without feeling guilty.

I still take medical marijuana, and that helps with my back (my cannabis MD told me about CBD being an anti-inflammatory, so I took a trip to the dispensary) as well as

walking further than 200 feet now and also because my back problem is affecting my balance.

Thanks to my Cushing's Disease treatment, I have been steadily losing weight, but slowly bc I don't want anything else to happen health-wise.

I finally got a second opinion on my lower back problems - "I can't give you any anti-inflammatories because of your kidney disease. You can ask a spine surgeon, but they won't operate on you at that weight".

Okay.

So I went to my PCP and got a blue disabled placard. I depend on a cane when

illnesses anymore and I'm no longer interested in pretending I'm better than I feel. I can only do what I can do, and this diagnosis has finally helped me to see that where the toxic positivity (and attempts to sell me bariatric surgery) around diabetes and kidney disease got to me, I rebuke it now.

I can finally accept that my tiredness is not the result of "laziness" or "lack of motivation" or whatever bullshit reason people come up w to tar those who "don't do enough/aren't productive enough". I have a reason, I have limits, I will not make myself worse trying to exceed them. I can't mask my

difference between psychosomatic and "real" symptoms.

I am distrustful of our medical system bc I have to deal w it more often than most of the rest of you, but I'm cautiously optimistic to start treatment.

I'm also pissed all the way off that this wasn't caught much sooner. That I wasn't listened to/taken seriously when I was saying there's something else wrong here. That I was condescended to bc acc to medicos, the fat Black (crazy bc mental health dx in chart) woman doesn't know her own body. Or the

insulin, would have continued to be mistreated (no, primary doctors DO NOT know how to treat diabetes, and those that I had never checked my bg nor my feet, nor asked about neuropathy or anything of that nature).

So, yes, I'm relieved to finally have an answer (and a treatable one at that), but