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hypelens · 14 days ago

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Walmart Christmas Eve Hours 2024: Everything You Need to Know

As the holiday season approaches, the excitement of Christmas shopping fills the air, and many shoppers are making last-minute plans to secure gifts and holiday essentials. For those relying on Walmart, knowing the store's hours on Christmas Eve is crucial.

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Tips for Effective Holiday Shopping

To make the most of your shopping experience on Christmas Eve, consider the following tips:

Make a List: Before you head out, create a list of the items you need. This will help you stay focused and avoid impulse purchases in the busy holiday atmosphere.

Shop Early: If possible, try to arrive at Walmart early in the day. The store tends to get crowded as the day progresses, especially in the late afternoon and evening.

Utilize Online Shopping: If you want to avoid the crowded aisles, consider using Walmart’s online shopping option. You can order items for curbside pickup, saving you time and hassle.

Stay Informed: Keep an eye on any sales or promotions that Walmart may be running during the holiday season. Many retailers offer discounts on popular items, so you might score some great deals.

Be Patient: Given the large crowds expected on Christmas Eve, it’s essential to remain patient and understanding with staff and fellow shoppers. A little holiday cheer can go a long way!

Final Thoughts

As we approach Christmas 2024, Walmart’s Christmas Eve hours are set to provide ample opportunity for holiday shoppers. With the store open from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m., there’s no need to worry about finding last-minute gifts or holiday essentials.

Remember that while Walmart will be closed on Christmas Day, taking advantage of Christmas Eve shopping can help ensure a smooth and enjoyable holiday. Whether you’re shopping for gifts, groceries, or holiday décor, Walmart has you covered. Happy holidays, and happy shopping!

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beardedsharkheart · 4 years ago

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When are grocery stores open New Year's Eve? Check this list for special hours at Target, Costco and more

Haven’t picked up the bubbly yet?Procrastinators planning to make a special New Year’s Eve meal and toast in 2021 are running out of time.Many of the nation's grocery stores – including Trader Joe’s, Costco and Publix – will close l สล็อต hours before the ball drops New Year’s Eve. Others stores follow regular hours Thursday or close a few hours earlier.Stores are expected to be crowded Thursday as more people are expected to celebrate at home. According to a survey of 1,000 consumers by , a real-time market research platform, 84% of American adults say they plan to stay home New Year’s Eve.

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izafoodie · 5 years ago

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Is Publix open? What about pharmacies? Buses? New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day hours - Miami Herald http://dlvr.it/RNbLzV http://dlvr.it/RNbLzV

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banjospring97-blog · 6 years ago

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Why I Cooked Every Single Meal for 7 Days (Well, Almost)

In C'mon, It's Just 7 Days, members of the Food52 team share what it was like to take on a personal challenge for one week: skipping caffeine, going plastic-free, and more. (Spoiler alert: We all survived.)

2018 was the year I avoided exercise at all costs, got drinks with friends after work (like, a lot), and ate out multiple times a week (breakfast, lunch, and dinner). Not that I don’t believe we should be partaking in such pleasures—we absolutely should. But everything in moderation and all that, right?

It took staying in my high school bedroom over the holidays, sifting through yearbooks and looking at old photographs of myself, for me to realize that my adult life had been missing the kind of discipline I used to have when I was younger: Younger Me was Homecoming King and Principal Flutist in the county orchestra; Younger Me ate green things like avocados and ran track; Younger Me cooked for himself almost every. Single. Day. And it wasn't even his job.

This might sound ironic considering I’m a food editor now and write about how much comfort and pleasure cooking gives me. And of course it does, and I do a lot of it. But I certainly don't do it every day, for every meal—do you? When it comes down to it, I usually just boil an egg in the morning (if I'm not jamming my feet into my Converses, bolting out the door) and I almost always buy my lunch, or compose an elaborate meal out of snacks I've foraged opportunistically from the Food52 test kitchen. Sure, dinner leaves more room for the kind of slow, measured cooking and eating that bleeds into the night and gives me peace before bed, but even in that arena I could still use a bit more work. So, in an effort to take better care of myself this year, I've decided to do a couple of things: join a yoga studio, and cook more food.

First up? Agreeing to cook every single meal for seven whole days, as part of our C'mon, It's Just 7 Days team challenge. For this, I drew inspiration from David Tamarkin's Cook90 plan, where you cook yourself breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for 30 days with the idea in mind "that you cannot cook for 30 days straight and not come out a better, faster, healthier cook." I was most encouraged by the "better," and the notion that this kind of cooking would make me more skilled in the kitchen. But...30 days is a lot. So I decided to try seven days first.

Here's how it went:

Day One: Monday

It's New Year's Eve. I feel way on top of it because, according to Tamarkin, nearly 200,000 people are starting the Cook90 challenge...tomorrow. And I've got a 24-hour head start. When I wake up in the morning, I usually can't stomach a full breakfast, so I always have a single six-minute boiled egg with Magic Spice and a cup of coffee, which is what I do today. For lunch, Mom and I make kimchi fried rice together. For dinner, I invite my cousins over for an evening of appetizers: nori deviled eggs, shrimp cocktail, and cheesy breakfast sausage pinwheels.

Favorite Meal of the Day: The kimchi fried rice (duh). How’d I Do?: A+ (wow, the sausage pinwheels were incredible; I'm the best).

Day Two: Tuesday

New Year's Day. I feel encouraged by yesterday's success (this is going to be a walk in the park). Of course, I have another boiled egg this morning and go about my day. Mom, Dad, and my brother Kevin are all super busy tonight, so we decide to meet back at the house for lunch. Guess who's cooking? I make a simple rigatoni alla vodka with some leftover sausage from last night—it's so creamy and comforting. My mom says it's the best pasta she's ever had (she always says this about anything new I cook her). To go with, a huge composed Italian-style salad with a homemade garlicky, oregano-scented vinaigrette, plus Texas toast. Dinner is just me, so I make the cover recipe from Cook90: sweet potatoes with chorizo, mushrooms, and lime cream. (It's so. Good.)

Favorite Meal of the Day: The sweet potaters. How’d I Do?: A (I feel kind of guilty about my lazy breakfasts; does boiling an egg really count?).

Day Three: Wednesday

My mom just bought an army of raw, fresh crabs for one of my favorite Korean dishes ever: gaejang (or soy sauce–marinated crabs). I help her make the marinade, which is just water, soy, sugar, jalapeños, and onions that we bring to a boil, cool slightly, then pour over the crabs. We can't eat these until tomorrow (but I think this counts as cooking). Lunch is leftover kimchi fried rice with a bunch of banchan from the fridge (this doesn't count as cooking). I have to rush out to pick up my boyfriend Scott from the airport. Tamarkin says you're allowed to cheat for three of the 90 meals, so we decide to get ramen for dinner at Ton Ton in Ponce City Market (the tonkotsu is my favorite bowl of noodles in America, so I only feel a little guilty).

Favorite Meal of the Day: The ramen! It fed my soul! How’d I Do?: C- (the only thing I cooked today was an egg in the morning and the crabs, which wasn't one of my three meals).

Day Four: Thursday

A little discouraged from yesterday—but hey, life happens. I skip breakfast because I sleep in, but wake up at noon to my uncle's loud, booming voice downstairs: He's brought us some wagyu steaks from Costco. I cook one in a skillet, carve it, and have it with white rice. It's so fatty, almost too fatty, so I take the steak pieces back to the pan to render more of their fat. Much better. It melts in my mouth. Oh! And the crabs are ready. Their sweet-salty flesh is like ceviche, only softer in taste and texture, and the soy flavor tastes incredible with the rice. Utterly addictive (my friend Irene says her grandmother calls gaejang "rice killer" because it makes you want to keep eating more and more rice). For dinner, I drive over to Scott's and we make Urvashi Pitre's Instant Pot Butter Chicken.

Favorite Meal of the Day: Gaejang. How’d I Do?: B+ (missed a meal, but cooked two other times; plus, reaped the fruits of our crab labor yesterday).

Soy crabs, 24 hours later.

Day Five: Friday

Breakfast is white rice with fried eggs, soy sauce, and sesame oil. For lunch, I want to show my mom how to use the new Instant Pot I bought her for Christmas, so we attempt my beef stroganoff recipe (originally intended for a slow cooker), stupidly don't change a thing, and end up with a mess. The beef and mushrooms produce way too much liquid for the pot, so beefy soup spews out of the pressure release valve and ruins the kitchen. It tastes fine, but we feel dumb. For dinner, I go over to Scott's again and we reheat a frozen pizza from Publix; dessert is an Asian pear galette that I ate happily (but didn't help make).

Favorite Meal of the Day: Our Publix dinner. How’d I Do?: B- (reheating a pizza, according to Tamarkin, doesn't count as cooking, and I didn't make the gorgeous galette).

Hello, gorgeous.

Day Six: Saturday

It's my last day in Atlanta. I decide that going to one of my favorite lunch places on Buford Highway with my parents is worth it. I want to treat my family for dinner, so I cook them a Sunday roast with Yorkshire puddings; Nigella's minty pea and avocado salad; my warm eggplant and mint salad; and these clementine chocolate lava cakes. My brother is in charge of the dessert and he forgets the olive oil, so they come out more lava than cake. -_- My parents appreciate all the vegetables, because they love vegetables. (Am I really related to these people?)

Favorite Meal of the Day: The last supper. How’d I Do?: C+ (I may have only cooked once, but I cooked A LOT).

Rise, my children, RISE!

Day Seven: Sunday

Today I'm on the road with my dog for 13 hours, driving from Atlanta back to New York. I didn't cook anything in advance or pack myself breakfast or lunch, so I eat a few clementines when I stop for gas and later scarf down a drive-through chicken sandwich with French fries. (Have I failed you, C'mon It's Just 7 Days challenge?) Even though I should be exhausted, I come home to my Manhattan apartment and feel inspired to cook again—finally, in my own kitchen for a change. I take a giant sheet pan, roast a whole chopped head of cauliflower, plus Italian sausage, red onion, and fennel seed, and toss this with some cooked fusilli and a huge smattering of freshly grated Parmesan. It really hits the spot, as does a glass of the single-malt Scotch that Scott gave me for Christmas. And, belly full and seven days of cooking under my belt, I lay me down to sleep.

Favorite Meal of the Day: The Scotch. How’d I Do?: C (I didn't totally fail today...right?).

Cooking every meal, every day was a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I figured, "Hey, as long as I do this after the holidays, after all the family reunions and parties, then it should be fine." But I still found myself needing breaks and wanting to just go out for a meal instead of cooking it from scratch. And don't even get me started on breakfast! I had to force myself to wake up early enough to have breakfast at all.

Still, I appreciated the exercise and caught myself occasionally noticing the act of my cooking that much more: every stir of the pot, every cracked egg, every little movement in the kitchen that fed my soul and gave me peace. I even caught myself thinking, "I forgot how much I love this." In this way, like Tamarkin said, I do believe the seven days of mindfulness actually made me a better cook—or at least a more thoughtful one. But the thing I loved most was that, at the end of the day, this kind of cooking wasn't about anything other than feeding my family and myself, a challenge primarily for sustenance.

As Nigella Lawson writes in Simply Nigella, "If cooking isn't hinged on necessity, it loses its context, and purpose. I cook to give pleasure, to myself and others, but first it is about sustaining life, and only then about forging a life." So, I've started to make good on at least one of my New Year's resolutions—and just as soon as I can find an inspiring Nigella quote about joining a yoga studio, then I'll be on my way with the next.

How often do you cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Let us know in the comments below.

Source: https://food52.com/blog/23626-meal-prep-every-breakfast-lunch-dinner-planner-cook90

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lotsofdogs · 7 years ago

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Things I’m Loving Friday #231

And just like that, another weekend is here! This week passed by in a blur of appointments, commitments and to-dos and now it’s FRIDAY. Woop!

Thank you all for your sweet words about Sadie on Wednesday’s blog post. She’s handling her little bootie like a champ and we should be able to get it off today.

Here’s hoping her limp is gone soon and that she’ll be cleared for plenty of walks in the beautiful spring sunshine!

Now let’s dive right into our usual Friday shenanigans, shall we? Below you will find a short roundup of a few things that are making me smile this week. As always, I’d love for you guys to join in and tell me about something you’re loving right now in the comments section.

Have a fantastic weekend!

Things I’m Loving Friday

Toddler Haircuts

Chase has his preschool class pictures on Monday so we headed off to Snip-Its to get his haircut yesterday morning. I’m not sure what it is about toddler haircuts but whenever a toddler gets their haircut, I think it’s just the cutest thing. They look so grown up and fancy! Maybe it’s because Chase is often running around like crazy and his hair is usually a disheveled mess, but when I look at his perfectly trimmed and combed hair after a haircut my mama heart melts. I swear he always leaves Snip-Its looking so grown up and at least a full year older.

The Alice Network by Kate Quinn

The Alice Network was easily one of my favorite reads of the year so far. It hops back and forth between 1915 and 1947 and follows the lives of Eve Gardinier, a bright but unassuming woman recruited to be a spy during World War 1, and Charlie St. Clair, a pregnant college student holding onto hope that her beloved cousin Rose, who disappeared from Nazi-occupied France during World War II, might still be alive. The writing is fantastic and the story moves along quickly with plenty of intrigue, as the lives of Charlie and Eve collide and troubled pasts and secrets are revealed. While this novel is historical fiction, The Alice Network was very real and I was fascinated to learn more about the lives of women spies and their incredible bravery during World War I.

Hydro Flask Tumbler + Water Bottle

Now that I’ve discovered cups and water bottles that keep my liquids cold (or hot!) for a long period of time, there’s no turning back. The PR team behind Hydro Flask recently reached out to me about their insulated water bottles and tumblers and since I feel like I cannot go to Burn Boot Camp these day without seeing the Hydro Flask logo on at least four or five different water bottles, I had a feeling I was going to become an instant fan. I have nothing but great things to say about the 22-ounce tumbler (I use this one on an almost-daily basis with the tumbler straw and lid) and the 32-ounce wide-mouth water bottle which is ideal for use on days when I know I’m not going to have the chance to refill my water bottle for several hours. Since I’m on a bit of a coffee hiatus at the moment, I’ve only used the tumbler and water bottle for water, but love the way they both keep my water cold for hours and hours. Plus, I’m a sucker for anything olive, so I’m a little partial to the army green color of my water bottle, too!

High Road Cinnamon Crumble Ice Cream

I’ve had a soft spot in my heart for cinnamon ice cream ever since I discovered the now-retired Ben & Jerry’s flavor Oatmeal Cookie Chunk. (Still bitter about that “retirement,” by the way.) When I saw this High Road Cinnamon Crumble ice cream at Publix over the weekend, I knew I had to give it a try. The base is a creamy cinnamon ice cream laced with a maple brown sugar swirl and pieces of cinnamon streusel. It’s rich and creamy and a cinnamon ice cream lovers dream. They knocked the flavor of this one out of the park and now I am on a mission to try more High Road ice cream flavors. A pregnant woman must have goals, right!?

Coffee and Kettlebells Podcast

On Wednesday morning, I headed off to the Burn Boot Camp headquarters to chat with Burn Boot Camp Co-Founder Morgan Kline on her brand new podcast, Coffee and Kettlebells! We had a lot of fun discussing everything from finding time for fitness, balancing a healthy lifestyle with motherhood and more. If you’d like to check it out, you can see a recording of the Facebook Live video on Burn Boot Camp’s Facebook page! (I’ll also be sure to share a link to the podcast when it’s available to listen to on iTunes, Spotify, etc.) Morgan was such a great podcast host and I swear you’d never know this was her first podcast episode. Thanks so much for having me, Morgan!

Body After Baby: The Reality

Last week I stumbled upon a blog post written by my friend Heather, the author of the blog Just A Colorado Gal. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Heather a few times through the blog world and always found her to be incredibly genuine and open. Her vulnerability and honesty come across perfectly in the way she details her feelings about her body changes during pregnancy and the feelings she’s currently experiencing related to her postpartum body. Her blog post is worth a read, whether you struggle with postpartum body image or just want to read a truthful take on what it’s like for some women who don’t find body changes, pregnancy weight gain and postpartum weight loss to be a total breeze.

I didn’t lose the weight I gained after I gave birth to Chase until he was over nine months old and I remember feeling insecure at times when I’d see other postpartum moms posting pictures of themselves with abs and toned arms so soon after delivery. It wasn’t my reality (nor was it my focus) and sometimes I think social media can make us feel inadequate when we don’t “bounce back” 2.5 seconds after we have a baby even though that’s just not realistic for most women.

Friday Flashbacks

Do Anywhere Workout (I did this workout earlier this week and absolutely love it! To complete the workout, begin by completing 16 repetitions of each exercise before beginning at the top and completing 14 reps, 12 reps, 10 reps … decreasing the reps by two until you reach your final round of 2 reps per exercise.)

Greek Yogurt Whole Wheat Muffins (A healthy toddler-approved recipe)

Question of the Day

What is one thing you are loving this week?

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#health #fitness

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keywestlou · 7 years ago

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TONIGHT.....ANDREAS FRANKE

A special exhibit tonight. At Seven Artists Gallery on Simonton. Vienna artist Andreas Franke. A passionate diver. His preference underwater art.

Seven Artists’ jewelry designer Jennifer Badry responsible for Franke’s exhibition.

Show time 5:30-8:30.

I am familiar with Franke’s work. Outstanding! Worth seeing.

Busy day yesterday.

Started with lunch at Harpoon Harry’s with Guy de Boer. KONK Life and KONK E-Blast publisher.

Guy an old friend. Responsible for my writings, etc. Got me started 12 years ago with a KONK Life column and Internet talk show.

Guy is helping promote Irma and Me. In the very near future, Louis will be featured in a front full page picture advising the publication of Irma and Me, together with a short article inside. Guy did a similar scenario in 2014 when I wrote my first book The World Upside Down.

A good friend.

After lunch, Guy took me to a back yard to see the boat he is repairing. Actually, rebuilding. A 36 foot power boat. The vessel a victim of Irma. Another boat was thrown into one side. The other side slammed into a dock. The boat a mess.

Guy fears not. He works daily on putting the boat together. Per his explanation of what he was doing, it was obvious he was familiar with the repairs.

He got the boat for nothing following Irma. It was heading for the junk yard. Guy took it off the owner’s hands.

A major job! The boat is a mess.

Spent the afternoon reworking Growing Up Italian. Been working on it 4 years. Four rewrites. My next publication. Hopefully by Easter.

The Chart Room last night.

Key West is normally quiet following New Years till the first of February. Not this year. Key West continues to be packed this week. The season is here!

The Chart Room was body tight. I was lucky to get a seat when I came in. Someone in front of me was leaving.

Old home week. Sheila, David, Steve and Cindy. And Jean and Joe Thornton. My Irma saviors. I spent 12 days at their home in Birmingham escaping Irma.

I was not aware Jean and Joe had returned. Turns out they have been here a week already.

While I was working on Growing Up Italian in the afternoon, a call came in from Jean. I did not answer. I did not want to interrupt my thought wave. They come and go so I have to be careful. Retention difficult in my old age.

I forgot to call Jean back till I was in the Chart Room at 7. Made my apologies. Jean said she and Joe would be with us shortly.

The reason Jean had called was to invite me to dinner. She had cooked one of her specialties. Chili and corn bread. To compensate, she brought a container of chili with her to the Chart Room. My lunch today.

Met a very interesting fellow at the bar. Paul. From London. We spoke for at least an hour. London, the U.S., travel, business, etc. To bad he leaves today. We agreed we hoped to meet again when he returns next year. This was his fourth visit to Key West.

Today, he leaves for Majorca. He and his wife have a vacation home there.

Then a quick stop to Publix. Out of diet food.

I have been at the diet since November 27. Cheated only Christmas eve and Christmas day. I am not losing. Stuck on 10 pounds since mid December. Depressing. I am losing inches. Clothes loser. Wearing clothes I could not get into.

Today going to be another busy one. A pedicure and manicure with Tammy at 1. Dinner tonight with my lesbian wives Donna and Terri. Donna cooking. Pot roast!

A couple of Trump comments.

Fire and Fury seems to be doing a number on him. If only 20 percent true, still devastating.

The book has opened a Pandora’s box. Brought Trump’s mental stability to the fore front. Dangerous for him. I have considered the President a nut since the primaries. He is not equipped to be a President.

It was announced yesterday that Trump had opened east and west coast waters to oil drilling. A disaster in the making. One big spill and environmental ruination for years to a vast portion of ocean.

The oil drilling thing an example of Trump sucking up to and pursuing the interests of big business.

Another Trumpy. Trump told us the huge corporate tax cut would add thousands of jobs. Comcast announced yesterday it let go 500 employees.

Enjoy your day!

TONIGHT…..ANDREAS FRANKE was originally published on Key West Lou

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collectivetey · 8 years ago

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Shout out to that one new recurring nightmare for making some of us want to die first thing in the morning, Yet Again. Had hoped it was fading but, nope, still keeping things fresh I see.

Not much point dwelling on it though, it’s just easier to keep undesirables out of control if I log it somewhere For Our Records, because OCPD and so on.

In other news, it looks like CJ finally cast a metaphorical net wide enough into the innerverse abyss to lure out someone who should be more capable of going back to college later this year than I am. I updated the collective charts the other day, but I didn’t realize they’d already dabbled in a few reblogs here and there. Seems our co-consciousness isn’t great, but then, I guess that’s kind of the point.

Need to do more house cleany stuff, along with hoping CJ can keep better tabs on Viper than I can in terms of preparing for school shit that I can’t do and that CJ had replaced by her Prime Directive years ago.. Heh, all this shit going on the past few months, no wonder that ulcer started bleeding the other day. Woo. Wonder if the GI will try to do another pill cam with us, or just go ahead and do our yearly endoscopy. Not particularly looking forward to either option. Whenever the fuck their entire office even comes back from holiday shit, that is. Hopefully this week or next.

Oh right, I needed to write down the endocrinologist bullshit, For Our Records.

The primary recorded our thyroid as being low twice and sent us to the endocrinologist to see why it kept dipping out of the normal range like that. But by the time we saw the endocrinologist, she apparently had already made up her mind about us, just from the paperwork. She decided we were Just Anxious since the thyroid wasn’t low enough, in her opinion, to cause palpitations the way we’ve been getting them. Conveniently ignored me when I specified that I’ve noticed a pattern of them getting worse about a week before The Crimson Tide hits, and I never even got the chance to tell her we have cardiac deconditioning, which I’m fairly certain would make the heartrate wonky even with a low-but-not-extremely-low thyroid, before she ushered us out.

Along with dismissing us as Just Anxious in terms of the palpitations, she was also soo very sure that it was gonna be low cortisol causing our other symptoms. She gave us a prescription for hydrocortisone or whatever it’s called, and tried to put us on some anti-anxiety shit too, then rushed me away rather than listening to anything I said about the pattern of when the palpitations occur having nothing to do with what we were actually doing/thinking about/et cetera. She claimed that the results of testing our cortisol and a couple other things definitely WOULD, as if she knew for a fact, be back in two days, which would be the day before Christmas Eve. When the results came in, we could either stay on the hydrocortisone or stop taking it if the cortisol was normal.

Fuck, I was gonna ask for the test results printed out but she rushed us off so fast the last time after washing her hands of us, ugh..

Anyway, two days later, shocker, results weren’t back, and they didn’t open again until the Wednesday after Christmas. When we tried calling Publix to ask how much it would be, they told us $16, and our broke asses can’t be paying $16 for shit we might not even end up needing, so we had to wait for the results. Finally when they got them, they claimed the doctor would call us back later with the results, which never happened. Instead some other person in the office called back to tell us that the shit tested was in fact within the normal range, though the ACTH was on the low side. With that in mind, from what I can gather, I wouldn’t be surprised if the cortisol was on the high side, since low ACTH and high cortisol seems to be what happens with high stress. But she couldn’t tell me that without losing face after being so fucking sure of herself, so. Maybe we can get the actual results from the primary sometime, and see what the endocrinologist refused to tell us about the actual results.

Anyway, because the ACTH was on the lower side of the normal range, Random Office Person said to continue taking the shit we were prescribed until our follow-up. So we went and got it, but, surprise surprise, I think it was that same day, the body started pooping blood again. One of the risks for hydrocortisone is stomach bleeding, so I opted to wait until we could actually speak to her about that at the follow-up, before risking anything.

At said follow-up she agreed that that was a wise choice and tuned me right the fuck out again at that point, not even a full five minutes for a fucking $45 appointment, just for her to say “Oh yeah, you were right not to take that, sounds like an ulcer’s bleeding, see your GI and take Tums, you’re free of me now! : )”

In retrospect, I’m sure that just confirmed her “welp, bitch has anxiety and gave herself a stomach ulcer, not my problem!” theory. It’s weird when you can just ffeeeel that someone has already made a decision about you before meeting or speaking with you, watching them rush you through a conversation without listening to anything you’re saying that doesn’t fit in with their preconceived notions. Gotta love the rampant dehumanization that comes with Chronic Illness Hell, mmboy. Now if only that shit were restricted to said Chronic Illness Hell rather than invading most aspects of our existence in a society built on racism/ableism/sexism/et cetera, heh.

So anyway. Yeah. Time to schedule with the GI again. And probably the cardio, too, we’re way overdue to reschedule with them for a check-up and if the endocrinologist refuses to get her head out of her own ass then I guess to be on the safe side we should at least keep the cardio up to date on developments. If it’s not the deconditioning combined with whatever keeps making our thyroid dip out of the normal range, thanks for fucking nothing with explaining why that keeps happening endocrinologist, then I don’t know what to do.

Actually, I guess we should probably see a gyno after the GI, still not liking how cyst-y the ovaries seem to be and how long the tide seems to drag on and how the cramps and various symptoms seem to kick in sooner and last longer these days.. Yaay nausea-inducing inevitability..

I should probably not dwell much on that. So it goes, so it goes.

Since the body seems to be awake, I guess I’ll probably dabble in Overwatch more or something, and/or sketch more stuff, until the spouse is awake. Which should be soon, I think, assuming other shit didn’t run long or something..

Heh, iron pills still messing with our stomach but sitting around for a six-hour iron transfusion sounds inconvenient at best and kinda terrifying at worst, so, whoooo knows how that’ll go.. heh, yeah, should stop thinking about Chronic Illness Hell stuff for now..

At least we seem to be making headway with learning more about drawing/coloring hair to our liking.. Now if only curls weren’t so fucking hard to accurately color. We’re probably gonna have to keep it massively simplified or something, at least for the more cartoony-styled cell-shaded stuff, feh.

Yeah.. I guess that’s it for the moment.

#tahni #long post #chronic illness things #medical shit #blood ment #death ment #journal #caps lock cw

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