Ex being a creeper :(

SW ⟫ 207.7 | CW ⟫ 176.4 |

Ozempic: ⟫ 1 mg

The saga with JC continues. Gidget was at work last night when she saw them in the smoking area. She went out to the back and called me and I talked her down. She’s bloody strong – I think I would have been much more of a wreck. It didn’t help that I was high so am not quite sure what I said but apparently it was enough to ground her. She went back to work and her friend, D, was on the door with her so she was okay. A little jumpy wondering where JC was, but okay.

Around 4.45 am after Stripes had gone to bed, I get a text from D asking me if Gidget had got home as D thought she had her keys. I said no, no sign of her and gave her a call. No response. Called a couple more times whilst texting with D with my brain working overtime. I contemplated calling the police, calling JC (as I have their number from when they contacted me when they were dating Gidget), but in the meantime I re-downloaded Life360 to see if I could work out where Gidget was.

Turns out she was with a couple of friends from work getting food from MacDonalds as they saw JC in the food place they normally went to and didn’t want to have to face them. I told her to get an Uber home and I would pay for it and tried to calm myself down. Once she was home, she was very upset – work was meant to be her safe space, and JC had tried turning her friends and co-workers against her, and this seemed like another attack or attempt to get a reaction from her. Unfortunately, JC hasn’t done anything concrete but Gidget feels unsafe and jumpy. D said they could always ask management to ban JC from the club, but that doesn’t stop them from being outside, or at eateries where Gidget frequents, and unfortunately they know all of her habits from the three months that they were dating.

I sent her to sleep because I knew she had a long shift today (final day of the Euros and a ten hour shift running, which puts her on the floor and potentially vulnerable. I reminded her (and Stripes) of the SING technique taught in Miss Congeniality from years ago (solar plexus, instep, nose, groin), told her to call a bouncer if she felt threatened in any way and then had to see her go off to work. I am worried – we have no idea if JC is going to keep up this creeper routine as previously they didn’t like going to the club. That, and there are so many other places they could choose to go.

Fortunately, Gidget has people who know what has happened and are willing to keep an eye on her, so there’s nothing else we can really do. I hate the fact that JC is managing to bleed into everything that’s important to her and feel so impotent.

Which leads me to eating. I have been existing on hot-dogs with masses of onions, cherry Bakewell tarts, chocolate buttons and Jaffa cakes and I really don’t know what to do about that. I mean, I’m eating and the scales are moving, but it’s hardly what you would call a good eating plan. I suppose I should just be grateful that the scales are still moving downwards whilst we work our way through this whole situation, but I am – I don’t know, angry and frustrated that once again something else is taking precedence in my brain. I am exhausted but sleep fitfully; even the weed isn’t working as well as it did. My fingers are so painful from the fall, bruises on my shins, etc, and an almost debilitating pain on top of my right foot, where my foot meets my ankle. It’s hard to describe – like an extreme cramp but it isn’t cramp? I don’t know – all I can say is that it hurts like fuck and I wish it would go away.

I did my jab on Friday so that’s two weeks on 1 mg done successfully, and I am due for my follow-up phone call from the GP with my diabetes health check results, so all I can do is keep on plodding along and just hope that I can at least maintain I guess? I have a couple of ARCs to read but I also have the last Mantra chapter from Stripes that I need to have a look at.

In the meantime, we’re watching Interview with the Vampire and making the most of the peace at home while we can. Sigh.