Hey, Miss J!

I’m not exactly sure why it happened, just that it did happen. Course, I’ve bumped into things before, but this time… the heart rate stopped registering correctly. I tried three or four different methods to reset it.

Hard reboot. Clearing user data. Uninstalling, then reinstalling. Resetting the device to factory standards through the watch…

None of it worked.

Now… it’s funny – and I don’t mean a falling over laughing funny. But… I bought a watch like this for a friend last year. Got it set up and calibrated and everything. She was so excited.

However, she didn’t and still does not have a cellphone. The lack of a cellphone was a problem.

A serious one. The phone was unable to sync and without that… there was no way to properly calibrate the watch. She’d actually paid me for the watch, but gave it back to me.

And since I’m sort of a hoarder when it comes to tech… Not really, but really… I tend not to toss things out until they’re beyond repair. I harvest keyboards, buttons, wires and/or fans from laptops I’ve torn apart.

Fortunately, I still had the extra watch. It’s doing an excellent job in tracking my heartrate – in the proper way.

… But just to be safe, I ordered another one.

Eheh…

Since I seem to harm my devices, I’ve started purchasing insurance on them too. Especially that dishwasher.

Oh, did I mention I had one of those?

It’s a countertop and bought to help me maintain what tiny bit of sanity left.

I’ve been told that it’s not difficult to do the dishes. Of course – it’s from people who don’t deal with serious mental health problems like I have. I explained that I once went a week without doing dishes.

That just made me feel so gross afterwards.

My previous washing machine had broken… and I started getting so sick and tired of doing dishes.

I hate doing dishes with every fiber of my being…

BUT… I love to bake.

I was not doing too well today at all. I was fuming, I was angry and it’s just… I tend to stick to myself when I’m like that. I flipped out on my father a day or two ago.

I’ve gotten angry with him before, but knowing what my diagnosis was made me even more upset with myself.

So… I did what any rational – maybe – and completely normal – HA! – woman would do. I pulled up a recipe for sugar cookies and started baking. Now I have like 4 dozen sugar cookies that I will never eat in a single sitting. And I felt just sooo good when I was molding the dough and whipping everything together.

Ooh, I wish I could get one of those KitchenAid stand mixers. They’re so expensive though! But it would help me so much.

I have permanent nerve damage with one arm and a significant loss of strength… so I had to take a bunch of breaks trying to beat the dough properly.

Stuff hurt. It really burned… but it was nice.

As soon as I pulled the last batch out of the oven – cos I totally used all the dough, not a little bit – I felt… very calm.

I think next time I’m upset, I’ll do some art. I can’t bake and cook all the time. I’ll have desserts coming out my ears if that happens.

… Though I have been debating trying to make apple pie cookies.

Mmm… No news on the writing front. I wonder if I can implement any of my cooking ventures into that storyline?

I already have it established that the one who does most if not all of the cooking is Peter Parker. Since I have some gaps that last a few months, I figure that I can sneak something in there.

When I get up in the morning, I’m first going to wash my face, and sit down and handle some of my affairs.

I’ve been so backtracked that I have let a lot of things slide.

Most if not all of my chores have gone to the wayside so tomorrow, I need to resume all of it, which means I’m doing 10-minute tidies per room. If I avoid floor mopping, I should have no problem hitting all the rooms.

You’d be surprised what can be done in just 10 minutes.

Well… that’s it for now.

I guess. Gonna eat a cookie, have some bugles, take meds and go to bed. I literally didn’t eat most of the day – I was so upset…

~J. Lyst

I swear if this new watch starts acting like the old one fresh out the bag, so help me…