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Another picture from the archive.

Thanks for all the lovely birthday wishes. I now have my Medicare card tucked into my wallet and will put a list of my medications on the fridge with all my emergency numbers and then I am going to forget about my age. :)

Last night I had my hair cut and my pixie cut grow out is almost to the bottom of my ears. There is a ponytail in my future for sure at least around the house. I can’t wait.

Earlier in the day I had the big diagnostic CT scan with the radioactive contrast. It was uncomfortable but relatively short and everybody was very nice. Last time they didn’t need to give me medication to bring my heart rate down to get good images but this time they did. None of them have ever heard of a person having this scan twice so I am a bit of an outlier there. I admit I was tired yesterday evening

It helped that I knew what to expect but I was more nervous this time. Last time I didn’t know I was having issues; it was more a ruling things out scan. This time it was a how bad is it scan.

Plus I feel compelled to say, Motorcycle Man is being a complete and total asshole at work and his management team is supporting him. They are not my management team. That would imply a level of some sort of support that I am not even close to getting.

I didn’t think it could get worse but logging back in yesterday it was worse. I have a meeting scheduled next Wednesday with both Mr. On the Spectrum and Motorcycle Man that I am going to either take as a phone call or bail on all together. I am not taking this crap from them. I have contacted HR about this but have received no response.

The layoff I was dreading but expecting did not happen. There wasn’t some master plan about stripping me of my responsibilities as they eliminated my position. It was instead managerial incompetence.

That is one piece of useful information. A part of me really believed that was going to happen. I can see this in my actions at work over the last six months now. A kind of, how do you say? Self-protective disengagement.

Working over 55 is a dangerous proposition these days; at least if you are a woman.

I hate talking about work, and I hate even more how bad it has all become. So I will stop.

My ex-husband sent me birthday wishes as did my most recent boyfriend Mr. Fine China, as well as, much to my surprise my last live-in boyfriend. He sent me a beautiful card. He hates Christmas, is kind of pathological about it, and last Christmas because I was thinking about visiting San Francisco before all this heart stuff happened I sent him a card acknowledging that it must be hard and fishing for information about his well being.

I am sad to hear he has emphysema. This is the guy that had the benign tumor removed from his pituitary gland when I was living with him. He is 75 now. It was a sweet card and I am touched. He, like everyone else I am close to from that time in that age group retired early. I am so glad that he had those “extra” years. He says he has been adopted by a group of musicians in their 30’s. That is so cool.

He also says I am going to thrive in retirement.

I have two more weeks of teaching yoga at work, unless I need the angiogram right away, and I am looking forward to letting that commitment go.

I need to keep things simple and focus on my health and get those photographs all moved. Going through them is like…THIS IS YOUR LIFE, Noko…

You’ll be seeing a few more before I am finished.

Last updated June 21, 2019