The never-ending saga of the phones is hopefully over. After talking to a fellow that had the same thing happen to him (T-Mobile giving away his phone number), and hearing about how six weeks after he gave up on getting his number back, T-Mobile gave it back (this was his roofing business phone – totally screwed him over), we finally went into Walmart & told them we wanted to return the SIM card & discontinue service. After that was done, we bought more SIM cards & got new numbers – no porting of old numbers.
The new laptop we bought seems to be working fine, but our other three computers are on their last legs. The old desktop, which we used for personal stuff – no surfing the interwebs – just getting on to the bank & brokerage account & downloading phones & cameras, is just barely hobbling along. We are going to go get another $300 laptop just for that & maybe a third one, or maybe we will wait until the other two laptops die completely. Then we will take them out & shoot them.
It has been pretty stressful, not just the phone & computer sagas, but some family drama & even the friendly little dive bars are stressful. Every one of our little dive bars have replaced the efficient bartenders with huge slovenly bartenders with their noses stuck firmly in their phones. Every one of them. It is a battle to get a beer, the bar is always filthy, and the new bartenders have already run off all the regulars. I haven’t found out where all the regulars went, yet.
My foray into local craft beer isn’t going well, either; both my husband & I immediately gained five pounds. I am super puffy & have terrible inflammation, complete with joint pain, tinnitus, restless everything syndrome, etc. I’ve also been in a foul mood & it ain’t pretty. I think the beer is giving me back all the symptoms I got rid of when I gave up wheat. Actually, it was a lot like my symptoms when I went on the ill-fated potato diet. Ouch. No more.
I went to bed early last night because I didn’t get much sleep the night before, and I woke up at about 2am. Everything hurt. Everything still hurts. I took an Aleve & a magnesium & tried to get back to sleep, to no avail. Every once in a while I would get that drowsy, almost asleep feeling & I would get so excited at the prospect of sleep that it would wake me up. Every time I turned over, every joint in my body would pop or creak.
Evidently my husband wasn’t sleeping either, or I was waking him up, but he started rubbing my shoulders & back & that helped a lot. Then he started rubbing other things. Then he made sure I needed a shower, ending right as my alarm went off & he sent me on my way to work tired but happy, with a huge grin on my face. Damn, we should have done that at 2am!