Updates

Well, I haven't heard much more, other than that my network has its own police department and they're on it.  Any contact, and arrests will be made, so that's good.

My lab director and I don't get on, but she made good and the entire PD is waiting for any hint.  Not sure if she's scared for herself, me, or just hates stalking in general (she's attractive and from a country where that was probably obnoxious for her as a young'un) but hey, people aren't necessarily all bad.

Friday sucked in its own way.  I am aggressively not a morning person (I consider this still night and just woke up in the middle of it).  My favorite surgeon (and he is; we tend to swap diving stories), but he LOVES early morning procedures so I got two on Friday and now one on Monday.

So Friday was essentially a solid 12 hour day and I was addled from being up so early so just was trying to save enough brainpower to keep going through a day, that had I gotten a week ago, I wouldn't have been bored into picking up a stalker.

In a sense, it's a good thing, though not one I love after getting up at 6 am, since I get the big caseload, which means experience, AND potential bonuses.

But I was near delirium last night after how much work I'd done.  And then I get to do it again on Monday.

Sigh.  This is one of the reasons I'm not a surgeon.  Also I have flat feet, hate danskos (they're heavy and uncomfortable), so while I can walk or swim forever, I cannot just stand.  I'd have been terrible in the military.  (Stop shifting on your feet or you'll do pushups  I'd rather do pushups!!!)  But those early mornings.  Ick.

It's weird.  I'm considered to have a pretty plushy job, yet I look at grocery store clerks with absolute respect because in the US, they aren't allowed to sit down, and I couldn't do their jobs.  I can do my job, but stand for 8-10 hours as a clerk?  Nope.

I can walk or swim for pretty much forever.  I can stand still for about 20 minutes before those arches start on me.  My only comfort are Brooks.  When I lived in BK I discovered Jackrabbit sports and they filmed me running on a treadmill, and finally arrived at Brooks shoes, which, naturally, are like 150 bucks.  My boyfriend laughs that my highly expensive shoe collection is less "I'm a woman" and more "this is the only way I can be comfortable".  They're also why my doctor thinks I'm two inches taller than I actually am.  That's how much padding I need.

I'm running again and with the above, that means my middle toenails are blackening and about to be absent, but on Wednesday, we went for absolute decadence, so pedicure (I play guitar AND have psoriasis which manifests as severe dandruff and laminate nails, so no manicures), tanning, and pho.  It was a desperately needed good day.

What else?

Hmm... COVID is an issue, but work around it.  Get your freaking colonoscopies, even if you have to wait a year.  I hate seeing stage four tumors that would have been clipped off as adenomas ten years ago.

Just don't smoke.  If you vape, there's early indications of lung damage, but smoking the old fashioned way reliably causes lung, renal, and bladder carcinomas, with the additional potential for the killer of my family, emphysema.

I've been watching 9/11 videos.  I don't know why.  But all I can think when I see those poor people covered in ash is "pull your shirt off and wrap it around your face!!!!"  But that's far too late to say now.

So nothing of much import.  I'm obsessed with Candide (in English) because it's the driest wit I've experienced since Jonathon Swift.  I've also learned it's the source of "the best of all possible worlds".

Still learning Spanish, so not trying Voltaire in French, which is like Spanish if you trailed off each word without finishing it.

So not much to report.  Gonna watch Cyrano tonight probably (since Peter Dinklage is the GOAT), but not a lot else.

There are three omicron variants.  I'm on team "let this replace delta because it's so much less deadly" but who knows?  I have big travel plans for the year but I regularly F off someplace warm in February (last time was the DR), and COVID has destroyed that so I'm left cranky in the frozen north with no Mexico in sight.  Sigh.

I know, first world problems.

So I tan instead, because every doctor needs a bad habit, but MAN does UV light feel good when you don't see it in the morning or evening.  Like, I'll take the small risk of melanoma, but I'm less pale and and less miserable in the winter.

As a former goth kid, I was always like "Yeah, remove the sun".  In the Carolinas.  Then I moved north and was like "winters are the f'ing worst and I never want to deal with them again."

When I first moved out of CA, I was like "Oh, we had winters.  In SF, even summers could be winter", which is both true but also, even in July sticks to like 40 degrees.  So that sucks right?

No, what sucks is walking your rottie and having your hair freeze to your head like you're in Titanic.  Which is reality at present.

But stay safe, ya'll.  And if you're stalked, have an entire police department at your back.

Cease and Desist.

First of all, I have notified my employers, their attorney, my personal attorney (no, not my boyfriend), my friends and family, and know your identity.  Internet reverse tracing works both ways.  You weren't lying though.  You are a very dangerous individual.

I also will not be filing a restraining order.  After figuring out who you were, I figured you probably wouldn't sacrifice everything you have to hunt me down thousands of miles away and kill me, but certainly would if I cost you your business and guns.  Every threatening post has been screenshot, including those after I posted what I am posting now which is this:

This serves to fulfill legal notice that your intentional and repeated harassment and stalking of me constitutes unlawful RCW 9A.46.020 Harassment, RCW 9A.46.110 Stalking, RCW 9.61.260 Cyberstalking and furthermore your conduct must immediately stop, this includes your use of your third parties, friends, associates, and your use of Fox news pseudonyms to threaten women.  

You are prohibited from contacting me, my friends, family, or employers including use of your third parties, friends, and associates by telephone, electronic communication, social media, Yelp, mail delivery services, internet-based communications, pager service, and electronic text messaging, and any other form of communication either written or electronic.  

I nor my employer nor my friends and family do not want to be contacted by you.  Your conduct has and is causing substantial emotional distress, deliberate tortious interference with commerce causing economic harm, and damage to reputation.  Please stop.  Your use of your companies resources to track down a woman is stalking and you have made direct and repeated threats in violation of Washington state law as well as the laws of my state.

If you persist in threatening me, you have already done enough that I can not only get a full on restraining order, but have you arrested for persistent harassment, cyberstalking, and your threats to upgrade to full on stalking.

Your record appears to be stellar in your past.  I'm not sure what exactly went on that caused you to flip out, but is it really worth sacrificing your entire future, and sully your past achievements (which seem fairly laudable) over an argument on the internet?

You have succeeded in making me fear for my life.  Hopefully that is enough.

Yeesh

 Dave, we're on okay if unsteady footing.  Once FB get its head out of its butt, we'll see how it goes.   I apologize for telling you to get stuffed now that the stalker is dangerous.

For the stalker, I've filed a complaint with his company.  He's currently trying for my "financials" which makes his crimes federal rather than local.

What else?   I want more cases.  I get bored easily and while I don't love giving death sentences (ductal pancreatic adenocarcinoma), just give me anything that isn't soft tissue, derm, or medical liver, because I suck at those.

We got the house with repairs included.  Thersn't an emoji on earth that shows that relief;  I can take care of my mom, have the master suite on the second floor so her knees aren't impacted.  And I can gradually improve.  The palatial mansion was not a good idea but I had doctor syndrome.  This place I can gradually improve, will be absolutely mine, without those previous delusions of grandeur.

What do I want? For realz?  A porch, a firepit, a smoker, a yard.  What do I want for mom?  To not be "roommates" but I want her comfortable. I don't need what I once had.  What I need is a space that's mine. To be close enough to finally teach Seth how to f'ing swim. To take care of the mother that has ALWAYS had my back (my aunt Pam too, though my cousin is so rich, I doubt its an issue); to get her to senior centers so she has friends.

It's all so soon (so good luck stalking me mid move, psycho), but this is so good. Everything I've ever wanted is coming to pass.   I thought I wanted that gorgeous mansion to impress the worthless husband and the close friend that killed himself (So yes, psycho, after that happened I saw a therapist), but this middle class, closed in yard living?  Yes please. Turns out I don't want a palatial mansion with too much ground to cover.  I want a safe middle class, periodically upgraded general life, close to work, and close to love.  It can't provide shelter to 11 drunks with their own beds, but it doesn't need to.

Give me simplicity and nice vacations and a yard where I can grill and smoke meat and I'm a happy camper.

Awww I picked up an incel stalker.

 Not you Dave.  I'm willing to give you one last chance.

So if anyone sees this guy around:

The person in question may look a bit like this.  Said individual has been denying I'm a doctor for weeks while he works himself into a froth and has now started stalking me and is probably reading to try to figure out where I live.

Update, actually I know who he is and where he works.  Blogger lets you see where your page views are.

In case I suddenly disappear, this man has said I'm attractive, spent a week stalking me, and is a weapons instructor bragging about how many guns he has.  Right now, he's just threatening through the employer (which would... I don't know... annoy them?  My cases have been done for hours), but he has made his actual intentions well known.

This is why I promote liberals taking advantage of the second amendment.

ANYWAY, work is still slow as heck due to the post NYE COVID boom (hospitals get lag time), leaving me bored.

It is giving me time to pack for the new house, but the sellers appear to be morons who want me to pay for structural damages my contractor discovered to which after some back and forth, my real estate lawyer issued them a legalese ultimatum.

Like one of the issues is electrical.  Losing everything in ONE house fire was quite enough of that.

What else, boyfriend and hash trail this weekend!  It's a long term thing to look forward to, but since I HATE HATE HATE moving, I'm making this one nice and slow so I don't have much in the way of plans since that "they're here!  Quick, throw a half empty tissue box, a half empty garbage can, an oscillating fan, and a blanket into this box!" feeling is one I'm happy leaving far behind me.

What else, I got to hang with my favorite surgeon (though they're all lovely) and swap dive stories (I'm so jealous of his whale shark experience), so that at least kept me occupied.

Oh, to those who have anxiety and depression through the COVID years, according to the dude above, you're bonkers.  This message is NOT brought to you by a healthcare professional.  If you need or want help, get it.  Also regularly exercise, 30 minutes of cardio a day provides the same benefit as a low dose SSRI.

My right knee has been tweaking on me thanks to a combination of this gawdawful winter and freaking crossfit, so I'm bracing to get my running regimen back up to speed.

I registered for Disney's Dopey Run (5K, 10K, half) (why?  Because I'm insane) THREE YEARS AGO.

Did they ever reschedule the Cooper River Run?  We were going to do that.  Then it was in August (who TF in Charleston thought that was a good idea???).  Then it was cancelled again.  Then probably again.

I do the virtual runs but it's just not the same for me.  It gets my mom walking and she likes any source of bling, but so far the only runs I've done were accidentally doing the Beast (trail runs and regular runs are NOT the same, AND we'd just been hit by a storm knocking all the leaves down), so I think I managed to eat shit four times on that trail and come in damn near last, and one around Central Park, which was a LOT better but man I forgot that Harlem Hill is a bitch and a half.

The last one was fun for the whole Christmas in NY thing, despite Macy's just absolutely phoning in their displays this year.  Thank goodness for Sak's, something I never thought I'd say in my life.

What else?  Other than "yay Ozark with boyfriend!", most of the business at present is not dying outside in the unrelenting freeze, and real estate nonsense.

What particularly sucks is that while we are Caribbean bound in April, February is when I typically F off to someplace warm, yet this year, nope nope, gotta move.

Still, can't argue with Dio de Los Muertos in Puerto Vallarta, though I can wonder why children were dressed as the guys from Squid Game.  The Spanish translation must have omitted a lot and they'd have to photoshop in a big bounce house at the bottom of that tug of war.

Well, back to my ten minutes of work.

See you psycho.  Enjoy reading about someone with a better life (well, when I'm not fighting with an idiot seller).