Strange Things Happening Every Day

Entry 1 6:00 a.m.

Crash cart at my gym

My knee recovered by yesterday afternoon. Go figure. After two rounds of ibuprofen in the morning, I laid off. By mid-afternoon I had full range of motion, albeit with still some swelling and discomfort, but the pain is gone, and the remaining swelling is what I normally have with this knee. The only thing that I can think is that my knee, as I have experienced in the past, was impacted by the change in barometric pressure. No matter. I skipped exercise yesterday, and will determine which machine I will get on today, as I move through the hours.

I met with the dietician on Monday. She was 12--okay, maybe 15. Her instructions were not what I was expecting from my interactions with Heidi the nurse. I was under the belief that she would recommend either a vegan or vegetarian diet. Neither was true. She told me to stay away from Atkins and Paleo, as research has shown it consistently leads to early death for people with Type II diabetes. I get it. Instead, I should follow the plate method recommended by the American Diabetes Assn. 1/2 my plate should be vegetables, a quarter protein, and a quarter carbs. Easy enough.

Abby is packing today, again. We fly out one week from today. I am looking forward to having time off

Seattle Children's Playgarden, 2017

from work, where my boss  has given notice. I will not work with her again after I leave for Massachusetts, as her last day is September 5, and my next day of work will be September 7. My boss has never stayed anywhere that I can tell, much longer than a year. While she is leaving for health reasons, I am sure she was already getting traveling feet--given she had an offer in March from Playstation that she turned down after my employer gave her a raise and retention bonus. I found that irksome, given how my offer didn't match reality 2 days into the job, and that she brought me here. Whatever. I am looking. Pretty hard in fact after I learned I am expected to continue doing her job without additional remuneration until they decide whether I am fit for the position. I am not fit for the position--I won't work the 100 hour weeks she did, have no interest in it, in fact. But, I would like to be paid as interim if I am performing (and I am) those duties. I love my team the company is fine to work for, but this practice, on top of the fact I didn't get what I was offered when I accepted the job in terms of pay and other remuneration, makes me need to leave.

Entry 2 12:09  p.m.

That I have self-diagnosed ADHD should surprise no one. I'm sure my mom did too. Both of my kids have been diagnosed with it for years. It is what it is. But, sometimes I do things that are irksome to others I am sure. 

Sometimes I do things that are irksome to me. Like the other day, I posted (https://jesushchristonacrutch.blogspot.com/2023/08/a-banner-year.html)

about Jenny texting people that she discovered on my phone who I had told about the affair--back in the fall of 2020 . She wanted them to hear her version of events--none of which corrected mine, btw--instead it offered excuses and explanations. 

I included a discrete portion of an omnibus text--Jenny had a habit of sending texts as if she thought the term only referred to long tomes one gets at the library--think Moby Dick or War and Peace in length. I only posted a tiny snippet because, as obliquely mentioned above, while much of it was bullshit and self-serving justification as to why she had cheated and why she would continue cheating, I realized she had inadvertently laid bare the length of time she had been involved with el pinchè. I surmised, from her reference to Leiney being suicidal, that the affair likely started around 2014, maybe 2015. Actually, I was wrong. The affair, per my understanding of when Leiney fell ill, maybe started around 2013 or more likely early 2014 (right after I arrived home from California), if she is to be believed. That is when Leiney's depression became acute and disabling.

Silverwood, 2014.

However, this is not why I am writing this entry-to again expose what has already been laid bare just days ago. I write because it took me several readings of the  brief snippet above to notice not only had she divulged a timeline, but she also used the plural,  "affairs." 

Now, Jenny knew I wasn't fucking around as she plainly stated to me and others during this time. So, as she was referring to herself, it seems the only plausible explanation  for the use of the plural is she is referring to herself. She doesn't accuse me of cheating in this text either--which given how badly she wanted to make all of this cheating my fault--is not an opportunity she would have missed, had she believed it. Given that I already knew about the dalliance with Jason when I was in California, that can be ruled out. One I can, then, presume that she had relationships with more than one person after I returned from Riverside. I feel like the fourth stooge, or Dummo Marx, the secret Marx Brother.