Apparently they found a dead body in a parking lot across from my apartment building. Don't worry, that's not what this blog is going to be about, I was just checking for updates right before writing this LOL. I just got to my class after lunch with my boss (or, technically my bosses boss), and that went relatively well. She's a bit of a talker, but at least she wasn't saying anything crazy, and I got to eat during it. I have a decent amount of work I need to do after this class but I am very tired... I went to sleep at 1am, but then woke up and couldn't go back to sleep at 6am.

I added a bunch of stuff to the site recently... redid the "poems" page to now be the writing page, as I recently did an essay on Tove Jansson and The Moomins that I wanted to post, but wasn't quite sure on the "where." I occasionally will do random essays/analysis/critiques, so it may come in handy later, as well. I also put up some new stuff on my own little personal archive, some queer Southern history and some early internet shenanigans.

No updates on what is gong on with my heart, specialist apathy still going strong. The cardiology nurse they had me seeing was so sure it was a weight/diet issue that it seems like she simply... decided not to look at anything else. This despite the nutritionist she sent me to saying that my symptoms would not be changed by diet or exercise, and all my blood tests for things like cholesterol and blood sugar coming back in normal range. I did a cardiovascular stress test, which the same nurse cared little about the results of. I was told that results typically come back in 2-3 days after the results are analyzed, I got an update less than an hour later, saying there were no signs of arterial blockage, so all was well. Despite... when I looked at the full results, they noted ST-T wave abnormalities. Which I'm pretty sure can be related to other heart issues... whatever. I'm going to go back to my primary doctor, then after that if I don't have a solid plan, I'm giving up trying to fix whatever it is that's wrong with me. I'll just tell my dad the names of all these providers and make him promise to file a wrongful death suit.

It's after my class now, and I'm at my boyfriend's apartment. He's studying, and I should work on stuff, but I just want to nap. Regardless of which one I decide to do, for now, I'll sign off.

happy leap year,
ace