All I’ve Got to Say

Haze—not of the purple variety. Jen tells me it’s from the Canadian wildfires. She says the air smells like smoke.

Joy.
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About that new “assassination attempt?”

Gun laws in Florida:

• No state permit required to purchase guns
• No firearm registration needed
• No assault weapon law
• No magazine capacity restriction
• No owner license required
• No permit required for concealed carry
• No background checks for private sales

Ryan Routh is the suspect. He didn’t get off a shot before the Secret Service commenced shooting at him. Like those wacky Imperial Storm Troopers facing rebel forces, they missed their target.

His (Routh’s) social media posts suggest the suspect was once a Trump supporter, who voted for the former president in the 2016 election. However, he became more critical of Trump in recent years.

“While you were my choice in 2106 [sic], I and the world hoped that president Trump would be different and better than the candidate,” he wrote in July 2020 on X. “But we all were greatly disappointment and it seems you are getting worse and devolving. I will be glad when you gone.” (source)

Looks like Cheato’s devoted fans are experiencing some disenchantment with the old fraudster.
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About aging:

My mother—I wish she was still around so I could ask her about getting older with NF2. That is, how do I know what’s a normal aspect of aging and what’s a potential symptom of tumor growth? Not that she would necessarily know OR share her experiences with me. On top of that, just as we all age a bit differently, every NF2 case presents somewhat uniquely.

The point? I’ve got a little issue going on right now. It might have reduced my worries if I could have asked Mother whether she’d experienced anything similar.

Today's problem is similar-ish to something I experienced previously. That particular symptom turned out to be a big, old red flag of ugly trouble with the mondo mass riding my thoracic spine. Oopsie, I didn’t think symptom and NF2 were related. I just figured my bod was aging and getting glitchy. WRONG-O!

So—I learned my lesson well—and emailed my neurologist. One of his nurse practitioners got right back to me. Based on my last MRI and present symptom description, no, this isn’t the thoracic spine monster acting up again. YEA!  

Next, I wrote my PCP’s office and now have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. I’d really hoped they would say “ah, this is nothing—just normal aging bullshit.” They’d call a ‘script into the pharmacy and *BAM* I’d be all set.

Going in is a betterplan  despite the onerous drive into town. The doc will have a look-see, bloodwork will be done and I’ll have a fine tuned diagnosis.

Fine. I just don’t feel like leaving home (my cat and my ocean are here!) or sitting in fucking rush hour traffic.

*whine, snivel*