The PO Visits and The Heat Is On

 PO visited yesterday. I asked what he meant by treatment. I got a lot of talk about all the meanings treatment could have, which was not a good thing since the pain from the hernias is not helpful with my patience. It came down to the sentencing order siad I was to have psychosexual counseling. Pretty sure the government does not understand the nature of the programs to which they are sending people. I remain amused by this. The only psychiatric diagnoses I have had are that I have depression. Nothing else. Bureaucracy does not care if the treatment fits a problem; bureaucracy needs a treatment that they can check off as being assigned.

The heat set in. I worked on my research project. Then I watched Netflix.

Today, I woke late, had some problems with my bowels, and did not go to the writer's group. More work on the research project. I got a date for my surgery.

I thought to change the sleeping schedule around, but I could not get to sleep since lawn care erupted outside my window. Off to Walmart. I really dislike Walmart, too many people and the worst people working with the public. The cashier wanted to sell me green Lucky Strikes when I asked for reds. I did not even know they had green Luckies.

Back here, my hair soaked with sweat; putting off heating up the leftovers. The last thing this apartment needs is more heat. The clouds are dissipating and I have direct sunlight.

I need to bite the bullet and start up the air conditioner.

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