The reason why I rarely see porn on any of my social media anymore is that my only interaction with it is to report it. And I report everything. I avoid all ads like the plague unless I can report them. I haven’t seen an actual commercial(I see ad reads on YouTube) in years. So no, I don’t know what it’s like to have to scroll through that shit. I pay for one (1) streaming service because it’s attached to my Google and has all of my favorites and subscriptions and shit that I’ve been using for 2 decades. I piggy back off of my uncle’s streaming services for everything else. That’s the deal, I set everything up for him, help him whenever he has issues with it when I’m not at work, and I get a profile. And I know he wants everything to be like Netflix, no ads, so I tell him the price and he tells me yes. He’s deaf, 72, lived with his parents til they died, and was completely coddled until they died. He carries the hoarder gene cause his house is full of boxes and cat shit.
He “can’t” use the stove or oven, so it’s meals on wheels and microwave or air fryer shit. Idk how he’s lasted this long. He’s always been good to me, and I do love him for that, but every day that he drives me home and stays within 3 feet of the car in front of us at 75mph+….the hatred grows.
Since I have beta blockers to keep me from having a heart attack or stroke, my main focus is to not vomit while I can’t see the license plate of the car in front of me, cause that would definitely cause a wreck. I’ve been in 7 car wrecks, never drove. When I’m going to work, there’s almost no traffic, and that driver doesn’t zoom unless we’re late. Never ever stays behind a person they’re going to pass. Takes a different, slower road.
But my uncle. He has to take the most efficient route. He has to be the most petty person on the road. He races people trying to pass us til he gets over 80mph. He stays behind cars he knows he’s gonna pass until I feel like I could touch them. If we’re in the passing lane, god forgive whoever’s in front of us going 75 cause he’s gonna be on your ass until you get into the right lane. I have openly threatened to vomit in his truck. He’s still an asshole with no sense of traffic flow. Why does he ignore the cluster of semis, and vehicles behind the semis, that all start pressing their brakes at the same time? Like, motherfucker, that is a pileup waiting to happen. We are not safe on this road and I need you to never relax, like I never relax.
Ugh. And then I need a highly soundproofed apartment(to decompress) in a walkable city. I’ll probably be using earbuds a whole fucking lot when I move into an apartment cause I don’t want to fucking hear the noises of people around me. I don’t want to hear my fridge when the air and heat and fans are off. And that’s on the other side of my *house*. How am I gonna deal with sharing walls and floors and ceilings?
Also, my doctor sent a different order for my regular medication, because I’ve been having trouble swallowing it even after splitting it with scissors. I received the notice about my new refill orders from my doctor, so I assumed that’s what I was picking up today.
Apparently not. I got the same size pill as I’ve been having to cut. And I don’t want to cut, because the safety coating has a purpose.(I know this, because my mouth gets a very tingly unpleasant feeling when I try to swallow the parts of the cut pill.) I know my doctor sent over an Rx for more pills of a smaller size to match the dose I’ve been taking. Still no concern over the fact that I’m unable to swallow pills I used to have no problem with though.
And my doctor activated the hypochondriac in me, cause an ER nurse told me a good way to swallow pills was to tuck my chin. And even though that had solved most of my problems with pills, my PCP told me that that only worked with capsules that float. So I’m back to struggling to swallow my pills again. I am aware of the placebo effect but that doesn’t stop it from affecting me.