Thursday, June 25, 2026

12:00 PM The wound is almost closed, but that is not the problem. The problem is the new grown tissue that filled the missing skin is not consolidated yet and very prone to infection and sensitive to wi-fi and cell phones signal though that area it's also getting smaller by the day.

Out of many things that happened to us today i will pull an example. I was craving badly some potato salad. I noticed that when i ate SPAM from a can i bought at WinCo back home my stomach hurts less when i take Augmentin which i had to restart after several days of abuse to my wound.

Angela wanted to go back to a "local market" which proved not carry SPAM. But when we got back here and took a right from Virginia onto Hubbard Peppermill Ln there was this sexy bodied Latina with jeans whitened on her buttocks right at the pedestrian crossing and i think she had green (white, whatever, i saw green ahead on Virginia) so i slowed, ready to stop but she signaled us to pass, sort of waving, with a sort of certain smile on her face.

This happens a lot at the entrance of the complex from 65th back at when we come home at night. People that walk on the street almost always are reaching that point, nearest to our car, exactly when i have to slow and turn.

Ok one more. I missed a turn when we left SPROUT market and after a while and few turns into the unknown, waiting for the GPS so start i saw the end of Grove street on the right so i took it back to where i was yesterday at the locker knowing i will get on Virginia and passed again next to that BASECAMP thing and i remembered when that guy in front of us yesterday raised a small cloud of dust under his wheels. The car's cabin filter is contaminated by it and today we found ourselves again irritated and yelling at each other.

And let me not forget this. I drove like always behind a guy with a meaningful LPN (all traffic everywhere is coordinated by AI, to my opinion) something DBLACK (double AC quake?). I will explain later what it means. Ok i will confess to my crime now. Yesterday minutes or seconds before the two earthquakes i dusted the intake grill of the AC like i always do in all hotels.

No would not have done it if my filter did not brake (which made me feel hopeless). First 24 hours i relied on it, i only started to look around for dust sources after and after i had that dysphagia episode which was caused mostly by dust.

I am not concerned with dust entering the AC, cause it's got a filter inside (which could be decades old, as i once saw). What happens is when the maids slam the doors around our room (many, many times during the morning), the dust falls from the grill into the room.

At this point i started to hear the same senseless, endless speach on the corridor (like at home from the balcony at 4).

And yes it was open at one side, making it swing even more.

12:45 The speech on the corridor made me so nervous i spilled the juice from the can of SPAM on my pants when i tried to wrap it on plastic foil so i can put it in the fridge. Like i spilled fish cans and drinks in parking lots at casinos and at Road's End park in Lincoln City. Good thing i have two more pairs.

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