I deliberately stayed away from home for over 2 hours in order to 100% avoid the visit of the prospective new buyer with his mold remediation inspector. When I got home, I didn't see a truck in the driveway, so felt relieved. Then I go in and Hubby tells me that they are "running late". Almost 2 hours late? Then apparently the prospective buyer and realtor were still waiting outside for the inspector to arrive, but the inspector never did. So the stupid inspection has yet not happened. So we'll have to worry about this even longer.

I thought that with my kidney Doppler ultrasound I was done with tests for my nephrologist. But NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I finally get the letter from him that included my ultrasound script (that I ended up having to ask for via email), to find a blood test script. I just got stupid blood tests done literally 2 weeks ago. Now there are even more! I am not in a mental state to be having to worry about new physical health issues. I'm already worrying about our house having mold, moving to Europe, having to struggle to learn a new language, having to struggle in everyday life because of the language issues, etc. So I managed some luck (luck is rare, nowadays) to get a morning blood test appointment for tomorrow, but I have ZERO idea if it is a fasting blood test, or not. I guess I'll fast. I tried to call my nephrologist's office, but they seem to be done for the day before 3 pm on Fridays. One might suggest to call the phlebotomist operation, but talking to anyone there is an impossibility. So, I'll just go tomorrow (fasting) and that's that.

Gotta confess that I've been swearing up a storm and yelling like a fish wife since getting home. I finally broke down and took an Ativan. I've really had it, and finally need a break!

I've been a little triggered since yesterday. On my news feed, a photo of the actor Kenneth Branagh popped up. Whenever I see that actor's face, it spooks me a bit because he's almost a spitting image of my maternal uncle. I've been furious at the uncle for a long time now. Long story! I haven't seen or heard from him in five or more years. He used to live in the same exact town I live in, but then we heard nothing from him. He moved to Maine and didn't tell anyone in our family. Again, long story, but one that is saddening. Sad!