Panic and lumps ensue

I don't have the resilience to endure anything. First, I couldn't sleep due to mental reasons. I can manage during the day, but at night when I try to fall asleep, I'm alone with my thoughts. Then stress caused and worsened pain that made it difficult to sleep.

And when one stressor subsided a little, then I started panicking again about a "new" sore in my mouth. It's been there for a really long time. I've been to the dentist or dental hygienist 4 times in less than a year, and no one has ever said anything about it. It's not canker sores. It's a painless, white bump or blister that's been growing all the time. I didn't think it was anything before, but now I suddenly disagree. Try to sleep with it then... And I'm supposed to go to the dentist again?! Is it my fault for not asking about it last time?

 

 

 

If there is no endometriosis pain, there will always be other pains. After the Olympics, I was bothered by neck and eye pain. And now the endo pain has been bad. My stomach, chest, armpits and thighs hurt, so it's no fun. Sometimes I also wake up because of my chronic hip pain.

And now I also made the mistake of finishing a short story after a long time, and I am working on another one. And then my eyes started to hurt. I am always afraid that I will have the same episode as about a year ago. Then I first had visual disturbances, then numbness on one side and pain. Was it a migraine or what? I read that eye strain can trigger migraines.

 

I started dreaming about a new frying pan, and local market would have had a -30% offer. The last time I bought a frying pan, there were no Finnish ceramic ones available, but now there are. I have two requirements for a frying pan: it must be 28cm and ceramic.

Many of Sandra Brown's older books were only available at a remote library. I still had four of them unborrowed and unread. Last time I reserved two of them. Then I looked at the last two, but they had disappeared from the library's selection. I never thought that this would be my last chance.

Something strange is happening in Russia. One day, one of my blogs had been visited from Russia 30,000 times. Is Russia trying to hack Blogger through my blog, or what is going on? Suspicious activity.

 

My first order from Sellpy: Dresses

Sellpy is a Swedish online store that sells used products, the lowest price of which is only 3.50 euros per item. When the product does not sell, the price drops and eventually reaches 3.50. Normally, when buying used products, you have to pay shipping costs to each seller separately, but Sellpy is a "real" online store in the sense that there is only one shipping cost.

I ordered nine clothes, the price of which was 3.15 euros per item thanks to the 10% discount for first-time customers. When I ordered, I wondered if it would be worth paying the extra three euros for a home delivery. I regretted not doing so when I carried the package home from the local store. It wasn't heavy, but it was still bigger than I feared, and my arms didn't really like it.

I ordered three black dresses, I was still dreaming of a sheath dress. I hoped that at least one of them would be the right size and fit. One of the dresses is a disappointment, there are details in it that I didn't notice in the pictures, although you can zoom in and brighten them nicely with Sellpy. And this is the one that is too big for me, the other two dresses are luckily a perfect fit.

 

 

 

Some might say that I already had enough dresses, but how many of them are really usable? At least not the black one I tried on the morning of the order, too tight and the neckline is such that the straps of the bra are visible.

A gray cat-themed dress, or maybe that's officially a shirt. Really stylish for someone this old. The cat's ears are "up", which I didn't realize when I ordered it.

 

Since I've been wanting a longer winter jacket for a long time, I ordered a Finnish Flare Collection winter jacket from Sellpy, which according to the product description was unused. I don't know if it has enough padding, so is it warm enough or is it just a light padded jacket. Most of the winter jackets in the lowest price range were somehow defective or dirty, the one I ordered seemed to be in the best condition. Well, spring came just in time, so this jacket has yet to be tested outside.

 

 

2 polo shirts, one black and one grey. My current polo shirts are too short, and are decades old anyway, and one of my favorites even has holes in it.

Two black short-sleeved t-shirts, one of which is a cat-themed one. I want one of these as my summer track shirt. I don't really want to wear my old track shirt because it smells like onions. I like onions, but onions don't like me. It's not enough that I smell of onions, they also ruin shirts with their stink.

 

 

The sad thing is, of course, that one or more of those clothes that I ordered had been washed with a perfumed substance, and after washing, all laundry smells. People don't know or care about what carcinogens and hormone disruptors those perfumes are.

And what's worse, now other clothes, washed separately from these clothes, also smell of perfume, meaning that the smell stuck to the washing machine.

 

 

When doctors don't recognize a heart attack

Yes, I am angry with the public healthcare system. I would like to make an official complaint about this.

What happened to someone I know:

Heart symptoms that make it impossible to walk more than a few meters. Two doctors at the health center said that the ECG showed nothing. The cardiologist at the hospital later said that it indeed did. They took blood tests, but not the one that would reveal a heart attack (troponin).

I wonder how these people can live with themselves? Their wrong decisions kill people.

Then the patient has to order an ambulance, and the doctor tells them that they should have come earlier. Heart attack and balloon dilation.

Well, it's a wonder that the ambulance even came, and even gave them a ride. Nowadays, they more often tell you to come by your own car, or by taxi.

 

 

I've sometimes wondered whether the performance bonus for paramedics depends on agreeing to take as few people as possible on the ride. And for emergency responders, on agreeing to send help to the scene as infrequently as possible.