Saturday, September 26, 2026

     Now that I have accepted my television glitches I am struggling with my computer formatting. I don’t know what to say.  I did push enough buttons that I now can write up my daily report.  I am not convinced it is solved. But I will pretend all is well and keep my fingers from pushing any more buttons.  It is all my fingers’ fault.

     Several phone talks with the Urology clinic nurse and we have a plan about the UTI. I wish I had more confidence with this plan. My body is also developing glitches.

     Blue jays and hummingbirds flit around the bottle bush trees this morning as I am eating my breakfast. Foggy and sunny weather for the day. Time to put my cold weather comforter on the bed. Glorious full moon last night.

     We watch the first two episodes of season 6 of SLOW HORSES, my absolute favorite show. We can’t watch TRYING because of the glitches with sub titles, unless we want to learn a new language. We are hoping for a miracle or a talented computer engineer. I finished reading THE BORROWED LIFE OF FREDERICK FIFE, a feel good, kind thoughtful novel. And then there is the continuing war and bombing and sick people losing their medical coverage and poverty all because of the stumbling ignorant president.

 

            Friday, September 25, 2026

             I spend most of the day trying to figure out if I am sick or not.  The initial urine test report does not look good. I try twice to get a response from the urologist clinic.  In the late afternoon, the nurse calls and asks me question, symptoms? Well, nothing new. She says they can’t do anything until the last half of the test is completed and evaluated.  Monday, she says I will call you back and we will make a plan.

              So, I take it I am not sick and suddenly I am awake and alert. I have made myself ill trying to decide whether I am sick or not.  Even to the point of possibly of going to the ER. I am so afraid of sepsis again. I am not sick now. What a wasted day.

             After long text exchanges with the Apple plus support bot I learn that there is corruption in the coding of the TV show when the episode was uploaded.  It happens. No other show on my television has corrupt sub titles. The bot says it happens and gave me several complicated ways to fix it. Not my fault. I will probably just live with it.

             More library books arrive in the morning. I am back to ready again now that I am not sick. The most interesting book I am reading is a non fiction book, THINGS IN NATURE MERELY GROW by Yiyun Li. Her reflections on the deaths of her two sons. Also in the evening I watch the beginning of season two of SHOW TRIALS, a British mystery show.  It is difficult to focus on the dreadful president when the sun is shining outside. And the tomato plants are full of small sweet fruit.

 

           Thursday, September 24, 2026

              I would like to say I have solved the TV problem.  I have ideas and plans but no, I just avoid Apple plus shows. I am hesitant to actually push any buttons. Today is a new day and I will work on getting English subtitles again. I know they are hidden someplace in my computer just waiting for the right word to return.

               I have a urine test in the morning in preparation for next week’s Cystoscopy. The test results show up last night on My Chart. Some unexpected outcomes, can’t tell if they are problematic.  I will wait for the doctor’s office to let me know good or bad? I feel fine so it must be OK.

             My roommate says she met a woman yesterday who remembers something wonderful I said 44 years ago. I have no clue.

             In the evening, when it is time to settle in and watch some TV, I can’t remember what I was planning to watch. I drift through the various services. Netflix has changed it’s look and now, I get lost there.  Finally, I watch two episodes of NEAGLEY, a take off of the Reacher shows. It has English subtitles but also a woman’s soft voice describing what is happening on the screen. Then, I realize it is an add on and find the button to turn it off. My TV is out to get me. The good news, the election is coming, the election is coming, yea !