I was actually pretty busy during the month of December, and sadly, it caused me to neglect my blog. I am hot with shame, in addition to my regularly scheduled hot flashes, but I vow to make up for it in the days, weeks, and months to come. After all, this is my name, my livelihood, and my lifeblood.
In the spirit of all things new, I will now proceed with a list of all that I was remiss in writing about during the last month of 2015. By the way, if you dare say the word “listicle” to me, I will give you a crack on the head with my soup pot.
And away we go…
2016 Is the Year I Do an Impression of a Shrinky-Dink
Ah, Shrinky-Dinks. If you are old like me, you often wish for the simple, uncomplicated days of childhood that involved crafting these little gems, and getting yelled at by your mother for turning on the oven without her permission.
The reason I’ve brought them up is because I plan on doing my own impression of one this year. No, I am not planning on stuffing myself in the oven; I will be having weight-loss surgery.
I’ve kept this bit of information to myself for a very long time. The truth is, I’ve been thinking about it since I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Some studies show that excess poundage can contribute to the formation of estrogen-fueled cancer, which is what I was diagnosed with. After concluding radiation in March, 2015, I began the quest of seeking out a suitable physician to work with on this project, and I have to admit it was one of the most frustrating experiences I’ve ever had.
Despite the thanks I owe to the Affordable Care Act for taking such great care of me over the past two years, there are still some doctors out there who choose not to accept patients with my type of insurance. That threw up many roadblocks during the process, and there were times when I wanted to curl up in a corner and binge-eat Pop Tarts.
Alas, I am not a binge-eater, and I was finally able to get approval from my insurance provider, which will allow me to have the surgery. I will be working with the physicians and medical professionals at the University of Washington’s Weight Loss Management Center, and will hopefully be having the procedure over the summer. It took a little over eight months just to get to this stage; let’s hope it won’t take another eight months to get this done. I know this is a drastic measure, but I never, ever want to go through cancer treatment again. Those who have been there will understand. Keep your eyes peeled for all the details.
Could Someone Please Muzzle Donald Trump?
I’m definitely not the only political junkie who can’t wait for next month’s primaries to kick off. I’m indulging myself in the unrealistic hope that Donald Trump’s poll numbers will finally chase him from candidacy, but let’s be real – if he’s denied by the Republicans, he’ll likely run as an independent candidate and continue to gum up the works.
I have never been more ashamed of the behavior of the American people as I am now. Where are my fellow Americans who lived through and remember Japanese internment camps, the post-WW II communist witch-hunts, and the Civil Rights skirmishes of the 60s? Can’t we see that Trump’s anti-Muslim rhetoric is just another version of those embarrassing chapters of our history that we are intent on re-visiting? Those who don’t respect history are doomed to repeat it; those who derive sustenance from fear-mongering dickheads like Donald Trump will be sorry. I do not want to be party to this disaster, and I don’t think threatening to move back to Canada is the answer. To my friends living abroad, please pray for us…
During December, I went on a quest to find a less expensive Web-site hosting alternative since my service was due to expire. That turned out to be a major mistake. I signed on for a month with a very well-known, bargain-basement hosting service and got exactly what I paid for. Just migrating this blog over to their servers proved to be a tearful, soul-sucking endeavor, and it turns out their service cannot accommodate the security and anti-spam protocols I employ to keep this blog safe from hackers and other nefarious evil-doers.
I normally don’t mind the occasional live-and-learn experience, but this one is sticking in my craw a little. I’ve realized that I lack a lot of the knowledge necessary to exist in the ether, and I need to do something about that. Some of these Web-site building and hosting outfits rely on the fact that they’re dealing with neophytes in order to make a killing. This makes them no different from mobile phone outfits, cable companies, and the granddaddy of them all – car salesmen. They’ve become yet another example of shysters that are intent only on ripping you off, rather than providing service for a reasonable price.
I’m not planning on becoming a champion coder in 2016 – I lack the patience necessary to accomplish that – but I do intend to become more knowledgeable when it comes to protecting my name, my livelihood, and my lifeblood. Without it, I am nothing.
Happy belated New Year.