3:05 AM How i killed myself with ice-cream

Angela made a few days ago a dish that is very popular in Romania during cold season, especially around holidays. It's done by boiling meat with much garlic and other spices like pepper and adding carrots for flavor (no need for adding gelatin in the original recipe).

I used to hate it when i was a kid but now i find it delicious. It can last up to several days in the fridge. (Yeah i know it's Christmas fasting time in Romania, here we have Thanksgiving).

For Romanians. In the US the stores do their best to have frozen turkeys for about 10 bucks a 15 pounds one around this time. And we got it for free with a coupon from Ilani. But cooking it, that is a completely different story.

Yesterday the Turkey was completely thawed after several days in the fridge and i said we should do it because it cannot stay for a long time in the fridge. So i rubbed it with spices put the whole thing (15 pounds) in a glass pan, covered it with foil that was removed after one and a half hours and it was done in 4 (the "thermometer" that came with it popped, then i used my own, it was 180 degrees F or 82 C).

But for that to happen i needed the glass pan and in it was a little bit of aspic left. So i ate it. About half hour later i started to have the same back pain i had in the last days, especially after driving, drinking brandy, other things that irritate my stomach and cool my back. And because of it i started to wear a back support belt that heats my back a little.

Yeah. Slept 4 hours after 2 the night before, awoke with back pain, did the dishes, had some chamomile tea (the most difficult part of making tea is having to wait for it to cool down, i set the stove's timer to ten minutes). Got that back pain that started after i ate that thing, some chills, etc..

Then i remembered. When i was in Lake Oswego smoke was coming in our apartment from a hole in the wall in bedroom's closet that i tried to fix 4 times, one in the bathroom and probably others.

There was a fireplace at an apartment below us (7) but God knows what they were  burning cause we were high all the time (pretty much like here until about 2 years ago from smoke coming from mole and rat holes until i covered those).

Here in the last picture there is a the hole in the bathroom there which i fixed but you can see in the last picture, the drywall turned brown because of smoke inside the wall.

I had a filter in the living pretty much like now and would go in the morning in the bedroom where Angela was sleeping and i was choked by smoke but she said it was ok and now i believe her.

Every time i went to WinCo i would buy one gallon of ice-cream for 2 bucks something (basically the price of milk that cheap i scream was made of and when i was going to bed i had this pain in the right side in front under ribs (pretty much like i have now in back). Sometimes i would take backing soda and would get better, in my foggy brain i thought it was my old duodenitis but no, it was pancreatitis.

Until one day in 2014 i realized my urine smelled fruity and went and bought a blood glucose monitor for 15 bucks or something and my BS was near 300. That after i sent my monitors in Romania several years ago when my BS was running in the 50s.

Now i take a combination of metformin and insulin and can hardly lower by BS to @200 on fasting. I lowered my insulin dose because it does not make any difference after 30 (and my blood pressure went a bit lower) and restarted metformin which i take when i eat starchy foods.

And i told the doctor about this back pain thinking it was kidneys but he said it was something else.

And yeah, i think the woman with two big dogs and green truck that was "living" at 7 was Linda the martial arts cop from Hungary. Who among other things, once unleashed the dogs on me (knowing i had the flashlight in my pocket) and once tried to run me over with her truck, when i was barely walking being high.

BTW one day when i first started to be conscious about dog poops and i gathered several kg from around the building.

Yeah the back support does not do the magic this time, i still feel a bit of pain and a bit of chills after that tea. I know i have an infection there but cannot take antibiotics orally because it irritates my pancreas even more.

And yes, Kelly Clarkson, my favorite singer back then was showing from time to time pretending living at 9 or next door. Yeah i still think she's a great singer. But i have to ask her a question. Is this song about me? Was it supposed to be be but never happened cause i was too high and shy all the time anyways?

4:25 H..l yeah!

5:00 Right on!

5:10 BTW got to get out.

5:38 Found a few, not much noise, one guy was hitting the bumps with a trailer shaking some cause now i cough. The dumpster was crawling with racoons, could not get there to see.

6:00 AM

6:15

11:33 Not sure if i can remember the exact flow of events. Didn't want to write all these but something in the end of my trips outside made me.

Awoke after 3 more hours, nauseated bla bla. Looked through the news, other sources of information. As suggested, i went first in the front and there was cat poop buried in the only dry area under stares, though deeper than usual and with no obvious signs (little mounds) on top.

Found several in the rear, missed some, mapped then in my mind, came back for more bags. The woman with big fat but at E4 came and left a fresh one on the track i was supposed to retrieve those i saw earlier.

I noticed further on the upper valley a carpet cleaning van was vibrating the air and the buildings, including ours, providing irritating dust.

On a hunch went to the dumpster near the new "park" i knotted some, there was a poop bag with something else instead, a square envelope from a toy maybe, i knotted that one when i saw suddenly saw next to me, real close, the woman who was cleaning her blue car next to the insulation van i wanted to take a picture of. Scared me really bad but did not give me a palpitation.

Went back inside to get my fishing pole cause there was one more in the dumpster unknotted i could not reach. The woman was still cleaning her car, flaunting here sexy butt. The man with the blue eyes ad the one level apartment where the religious figure from Romania with the black SUV with LPN DEU lived was smoking and staring at me.

I decided to go for a walk and also to get more bags cause i saw one more at the corner of the South garages. I did so and in my way got this huge diesel Ford, filling the alley with diesel exhaust. Went past it, grabbed the bags from the dispenser near the entrance and came back.

I noticed the old man dressed in kaki and camouflage with the Ford now sat at  his entrance, resting from maneuvering that truck (he looked frail). He was staring in the direction of an Amazon van parked at the locker with side door wide open while the man was at the locker.

Then the reason i needed to write all these. A white SUV, probably a Ford, with antennas and displays in front (seen through tinted windows) and yellow LPN passed me. I went to pick one more poop at the corner of those garages i knew it was there when i ran out of bags and saw that white SUV parked near the park dumpster where i was before and a woman dressed like a cop looking rather like a model, a bit embarrassed, climbed in that SUV.

Now i need to go and take a picture of the "INSULATION" van that vibrated the building for me in the past days.  BTW i forgot something. Sunday afternoon when we left for Indian Head the van was coming in the complex from somewhere.  Sunday. It was raining, but he caught me with the fan on and some dust gut inside from shacking that van at bumps (there are 13 i guess from here to the entrance) which hurt my eyes all the drive there. 

10:53 While i was finishing here, i heard the black BMW coming back home (he left about an hour ago) and remembered to write something.

Once, the mail man or woman left an envelope addressed to that apartment (4) in my box and saw the name. It had four Spanish names and one of them was Jesus. I know i should have taken a picture of that envelope but i guess during those days i was still high shy.

My eyes hurt a little from the dust when searching for the cat poop under stairs, passing the other side of the building with the crack that was not completely covered.

12:08. Went outside, i noticed the area was filled with some smoke. Forgot to lock the door. Forgot to look at the signs. The INSULATION van and the blue car are gone. The carpet cleaning van is still on, vibrating everything. Main reason why my eyes hurt now after being outside with that think on.

12:27 Your 401k. Usually the market rallies on black Friday/Thanksgiving and i understand that when i look at Walmart, but what that has to do with Nvidia, Microsoft, TSM and Broadcom.

12:40 Swastikas, everywhere.

12:45 PM This happened after that, right? I used to feel very bad in the past about all these coincidences but now i know i don't have to because they are not real and they are meant just to boost one's popularity of approval whatever at the price of pooping on everyone's holiday. Who can verify this really happened?

These shows are designed for the vast majority and the vast majority don't have a clue.

1:03 Have you ever tried to sneeze and cough in the same time? This dust does that to me. Almost chocked after trying to eat some turkey after breathing that dust and smelling that s...t outside.

1:11 Finally tamed my new phone. After fiddling with lots of settings, i reduced battery consumption for that Moto app launcher and all the others to 1%. One of the problems is was turning the display on when picked and of course was on in the pocket all the time. One of the settings was lock screen/gestures/wake display on moving the phone.

But the "40 MP" camera doesn't do better in low light than the other which i found and now keep in a drawer. Ok maybe i'm wrong. I was looking at the pictures the day after and as always they could not beat the real images in my memory. But a few days after they look ok, as always.

One of the black feral cats just passed my patio, after being fed at apt. 2. Soon it's gonna poop under the stairs.