Friday, September 25, 2026

 

            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

 

           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 !  

Wednesday, September 23, 2026

 

        Wednesday, September 23, 2026

             I am developing a close relationship with an AI BOT who is advising me on fixing the Chinese subtitles on the Apple Plus show. He is so attentive to every question I ask. Maybe the English sub titles will return. I live with the idea that it is solvable rather than actually trying to solve it. The BOT is friendly but I am not sure of his competence. Yes, I assume the BOT is male. I am no longer yelling at the TV. I may start yelling at the BOT.

            I see the Nurse at my doctor’s office in the morning.  My doctor is recovering from a bicycle accident and subsequent surgery. I wish him well and I hope he will have a better understanding of being a patient and having surgery.  This doctor saved my life six years ago so he is my hero. But sometimes he doesn’t understand what I am going through.

           My baker friend arrives with a home baked loaf of bread. So good. Foggy and cold all day.  The weather folks say warm weather is returning but I am not sure they understand our local weather.  Actually, I am questioning every expert lately. It is turtles all the way down.

           I am reading the delightful novel, THE BORROWED LIFE OF FREDERICK FIFE by Anna Johnston. I had been bogged down by two dark and intense novels. I give up on them and now look for fun and light. Nothing especially good on TV.  My roommate was out so I had to avoid any shows that she might like. The corrupt president is occupying a smaller part of my mind as he becomes so boring.