The creek rose
Jan. 31st, 2025 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessThere's a saying around here (and points south) God Willing and the creek don't rise (I'll be there if those things happened) The creek rose but before that let's look at this day.
It wasn't supposed to rain. It's raining like 24 hours of it. Naturally I have to go to Best Buy to return the new monitor with it's small dead pixels before the 15 day grace period is over (yes I know BB sucks but they had this computer on sale 300$ cheaper than Amazon and Costco which were my preference) technically that was yesterday but I was taking my chances
But at work I got an email from payroll saying our payroll company needs me to send them the routing number because it was changed but they got it straightened out with my bank this time. No link to click but I'm like is this real?
I call my bank. They're like NO we did not change the routing number. I look up our actual payroll person (I don't know I have no reason to know) It WAS from her. It's real. Are you sure it's not been changed? My BANK is but to be fair I don't have my routing number on me and the bank will only do so much over the phone so I have to go up to the bank tomorrow and I'm wondering if I'm getting my pay check tomorrow...
Annoyed by this I head to Huntington to hit Best Buy. It's raining. I get to Hillbilly Hotdog (because if my health is gonna suck anyhow, might as well play into it). I hit the comic book store (hoping I didn't buy some of these before) And find out there's a new The Crow comic by o'Barr (need to tell JK) sadly they only have issue 3 so I have them trying to get me 1 and 2.
I hit up Michael's and find a few things I needed and spent my coupon.
I go to Best Buy and the kid is like you have protection on this. I know. I told the call center. He rolled his eyes. They're always wrong. I had two YEARS on this monitor. I didn't have to race down after work in the fucking rain. They replaced it with another Samsung (and if this gets dead pixels, that's it for them).
I go to Home Goods and they have TONS of Italian goodies on clearance and I bought so much of it. Lemon concentrate for Amalfi, alpine honey, a shit ton of Himalayan pink salt, kumquats in cognac, artichokes, hazelnuts in honey, truffles. But what made me laugh is I found a red dutch oven in the shape of a heart and text JK I found Angel Dust's cookery but then when I was checking out, I found out the amount left on my holiday gift card was 6.66 and the cost of my haul was 69.69. Yep Angel was in that store. Ha.
Macy's had nothing I wanted but found a new manga at BaM and after spilling my Box of Chocolates latte (salted caramel/chocolate/hazelnut latte with red velvet drizzle) on me and the car seat (thankfully not much of it and I'm wearing scrubs so it'll be okay) I stop at Sheetz to pee (because BaM's bathroom is closed again) and the warning comes on.
All the rain melted all 8-12 inches of snow (and it was almost 60 today) it's unfreezed the Ohio River and of course the rain, the creeks are rising. The river is flooding. The rocks are sliding. Mud is coming over the road. I'm like am I getting home? (on the phone tonight evil little dog is like wait isn't that the mall next to the cliff? yes yes it is) I made it home, got blinded by a train again.
And my phone call ended with ELD when my calf muscles decided to charley horse. OUCH.
Speaking of ouch I'm not sure I can continue with the Dexcom. My skin doesn't react well with glue. It simultaneously won't stick in some places and burns/won't come unglued in other (I know this from other treatments like kinesiotape) Also this thing has been itchy (glue) and burning like fuck (the wire sensor) so last time I accidentally knocked it off but this time I couldn't get this off to save my soul. I had to alcohol soak part of it. It still tore some of the skin (not enough to bleed) and the sensor was covered in blood and there's a bruised hole where it was). I'm giving it the night off. I like that I don't have to stick myself several times a day and it gives a lot of good info but this is not ideal
Now on to the fannish 50 part of the day
Here's a big thank you tosuzume_seta for the Fullmetal Alchemist New Year's card. Loved the art, my friend.
And here's a chapter for a new story but not ready to post it to AO3. Written for Spikesgirl58's six word challenge and the six words were Stink, Spill, Vague, Spectacular, Enlighten & Induce
“Thank you for calling me,” Rosie’s flat tone sent a shiver up Angel’s spine. He could feel her rage beating inside his chest like it was his own. Hell, he was pissed too. She stared down into the filthy alley behind his movie studio as two of her people arranged the remains of another cannibal, Jody, onto a gurney. He’d been skinned and chopped into pieces and left in the stink of the back alley of a porno production house. It would be a helluva respawn, probably would take a painful, horrible month to do it.
“You needed to be told in person. I don’t know who did this yet and it’ll be weeks before Jody is put back together enough for him to tell us. I have Plorn, my security chief pulling all the video.”
Rosie blinked, her long lashes gracing her cheeks. “Plorn, like Charles Dickens’ son?”
Angel widened his eyes. “Wow, no one ever knows that. I didn’t. Yeah, he’s a fan but why pick the son who got exiled to Australia…. Anyhow, I’ll find out who did this and why.”
“Not alone. I’ll help personally,” she growled. “Jody was so sweet. He didn’t deserve this.”
“I agree. I like him.” Angel had done two movies with Jody in front of the camera since becoming an overlord. Jody was funny and, if Angel didn’t think about him being a cannibal, it became easier to put his dick in Jody’s mouth. Their first 69 was on track to win a SeXXXies award. “I have no idea why anyone would do this. He seemed popular with the crew but maybe there was some vague worry about, you know, his chosen menu.” He flushed.
“You’re thinking like a porn star, Angel, sweetie.” Rosie put a hand on his back, guiding him toward the doorway back inside his studio as her people wheeled what was left of Jody to the waiting van.
“You need to think like an overlord. Who would challenge your rule?”
“Oh yeah, should have thought of that. I grew up in the mafia lifestyle, always someone beefing with us. Vox and Velvette spring to mind but this isn’t their style. Honestly, Velvette probably sees Valentino going up in a ball of fire as a sign of weakness on his part. Vox believes I killed Val.” Angel opened the door and held it for her.
“He’s not alone in that, sweetie. I’ve wondered and I’m not alone.”
“I’m sticking with what everyone’s already heard a dozen times. A mysterious gift arrived. Val opened it and it exploded. I barely managed to jump from the balcony to safety. But I take your point. Everyone probably thinks I did it and I had more reason to kill him in horrible, spectacular ways than anyone else. I was his toy for almost fifty years.” He shifted his gaze away from her face, not prepared for pity that might show up there.
“He wasn’t shy about hurting you in public. I don’t frequent the places he did but I hear stories. I worried about Jody when he said he wanted to make movies with you. I think he’s sweet on you, Angel.”
Angel shrugged. “Maybe. His idea for a script worked really well. I don’t know if you saw the first movie Dreama wrote up from Jody’s ideas, a police detective.” Angel thumped his chest, “And a forensic profiler who happens to be a cannibal. From what I’ve heard from the more recently dead, there was a cop show like that on TV, though you know, without the romantic, naked subplot.”
She nodded. “Jody said you were respectful and kind to a first timer. I appreciated it. I wanted to send you a gift as a thank you but Jody said he wasn’t sure you’d be good with a home cooked basket of goodies.”
Angel flushed as he opened his office door and allowed her inside. “I’m still working on food issues. Valentino monitored everything I ate, my weight, my clothes…and I’m giving more reasons to be the one who killed Valentino.” You did kill Valentino, he thought and he also wondered what kind of gift basket was appropriate for thanks for being kind on someone first porno starring role.
“I wouldn’t have slipped in anything…well, controversial shall we say, though you should give it a try. I have some delightful lady’s fingers in my store right now and do you like pork rinds?”
“I have a pet pig.” Angel gestured to Fat Nuggets who was in a sunbeam in his bed under the window. “Don’t tell him I like sausage and bacon but yeah pork rinds are fine if they’re hell pig. I don’t want to be rude but, while I’m no stranger to dismembering a person, I was never one for dining on them afterward.”
Rosie kept her best smile on her face and suggested, “Maybe some bath salts and hair gloss.”
He pulled out a chair at his desk for her and Rosie sat. He took the big leather chair he’d gotten that cradled him like a lover.
“That would be nice. I also like wine and whiskey and well, I would never expect you to go to a dealer and get me some nice cocaine or angel dust. But you don’t have to give me a gift, Rosie. I was happy to include Jody and now I’m more than happy help you dismember the asshole who hurt him and whatever you do to him then is your business.”
She chuckled faintly. “This is not the reputation I’ve been told to expect from you.”
He leaned forward on his desk. “Between us, Angel Dust is a persona Valentino created with my help. I was obligated to behave, to not act out and to be meek and gentle. I didn’t end up in hell because I was those things in real life. And it stings but you’re right. I’ve not been acting enough like an overlord. So, while I don’t think this is Vox’s style, I can’t rule him out. The only other people I think would bother with me, because my territory is small would be other small time overlords.”
“Do you have any in mind?” She interrupted his train of thought.
“Not really. Cherri Bomb and I are best friends but together we used to clash with Sir Pentious a lot. He might challenge me but he’s much more likely to call in an air strike with him and those weird egg boi creatures of his. I don’t see him taking out Jody in an alley or skinning him. Again, just not his style and he loves taking credit for the stuff he does. It seems unlikely he’d do this. There’s Fulmine, who thinks he’s all that and wants to own the entertainment district but I could see him going up against Vox more so than me.”
“Don’t count yourself out, lovie. You have a distinct part of the entertainment district. Velvette is fashion. Vox is technology but you have Valentino’s sex industry.” Her lips tightened.
He didn’t have to be told she probably disapproved. Rosie reminded him of his grandma Santina, old fashioned but sweet and lovely.
“That might induce rage in some,” she continued.
He sighed. “There aren’t that many prudes in hell but there is an abyss full of homophobes, including most of my own family. I suppose it could be a direct strike on Jody and me by someone who hates gays. Katie Killjoy leaps to mind if she could be bothered. But there is another possibility.”
“Enlighten me.” Rosie reached into her purse and pulled out a tin of hard candies. Angel passed on those as well, not ready for what they might be made of. Italians had sanguinaccio dolce, chocolate cream and pig’s blood. Who was to say that candy Rosie had wasn’t part sinner in some way?
“It’s personal. If it was about me as an overlord, you’d expect an attack directly on me. Just last week someone tried to steal my actors for a brothel and I had to burn it to the ground.” He gritted his teeth. “But my and Jody’s movie is getting award notices. People know my name. They’re getting to know Jody’s. He’s gifted. You know how people are. I’ve heard some of them spill the tea about how jealous some of the other actors are, how some don’t like that a newcomer is making such a big splash.”
She grimaced. “That is certainly possible. Where do we start figuring out which it is?”
“Ironically with one of our potential suspects: Vox. I have VoxTek here and that alley should be covered by at least one camera. Maybe whoever did this didn’t know that or thought I’m too dumb to have security because everyone thinks Angel Dust is a dummy.” He had certainly helped that image along and his father had always called him one but he wasn’t quite as dumb as everyone thought. “Maybe this will be easy.”
“And if not, then I’ll help you play detective.”
Angel smiled. “I couldn’t have a better Sherlock to my Watson.”
“I’m not Watson?” She arched an eyebrow.
“We both know the who the smart one is here,” he replied.
“Which is why I asked, dear.”
Angel widened his smile. “You are quickly becoming my favorite person, Rosie. Come on, let’s go find Plorn. Like I said, he heads up my security. We’ll see what’s on that footage.”
He stood and offered her his arm. She looped her arm with his. This was a partnership he couldn’t have imagined just a few months ago but he’d take it. Rosie would only help his standing and it was true. He truly enjoyed her company.
And this week's fandom recs
May The Best Man Win FAKE
A Slight Case of Charity Stargate Atlantis
Galactic Adventurers Torchwood
Very Lucky Guardian-RPF Chinese Actor RPF
watch all night Olympus Has Fallen
(i could stay lost) in this moment forever
9-1-1: Lone Star
Hoodie Husband Shameless
Not The Best Idea Torchwood
My Head is in the Clouds Right Now (Just Pray I Come Around) Hazbin Hotel
I Am the Creator The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power
Awful Lot of Fun Doctor Who
Vices and Virtues Hazbin Hotel
Another Four Years Stargate Atlantis
My Boyfriend Turned Into the Moon Avatar: The Last Airbender
Ukiyo The Owl House
You Never Forget The Owl House
Love's a gamble, and baby I'm all in. Hazbin Hotel
O Canada. Olympus Has Fallen
i have you strung in my web (a candle burning slowly by the bed) 时光代理人 | Link Click
Comfort is you Call of Duty
It Takes a Village Teen Wolf
It wasn't supposed to rain. It's raining like 24 hours of it. Naturally I have to go to Best Buy to return the new monitor with it's small dead pixels before the 15 day grace period is over (yes I know BB sucks but they had this computer on sale 300$ cheaper than Amazon and Costco which were my preference) technically that was yesterday but I was taking my chances
But at work I got an email from payroll saying our payroll company needs me to send them the routing number because it was changed but they got it straightened out with my bank this time. No link to click but I'm like is this real?
I call my bank. They're like NO we did not change the routing number. I look up our actual payroll person (I don't know I have no reason to know) It WAS from her. It's real. Are you sure it's not been changed? My BANK is but to be fair I don't have my routing number on me and the bank will only do so much over the phone so I have to go up to the bank tomorrow and I'm wondering if I'm getting my pay check tomorrow...
Annoyed by this I head to Huntington to hit Best Buy. It's raining. I get to Hillbilly Hotdog (because if my health is gonna suck anyhow, might as well play into it). I hit the comic book store (hoping I didn't buy some of these before) And find out there's a new The Crow comic by o'Barr (need to tell JK) sadly they only have issue 3 so I have them trying to get me 1 and 2.
I hit up Michael's and find a few things I needed and spent my coupon.
I go to Best Buy and the kid is like you have protection on this. I know. I told the call center. He rolled his eyes. They're always wrong. I had two YEARS on this monitor. I didn't have to race down after work in the fucking rain. They replaced it with another Samsung (and if this gets dead pixels, that's it for them).
I go to Home Goods and they have TONS of Italian goodies on clearance and I bought so much of it. Lemon concentrate for Amalfi, alpine honey, a shit ton of Himalayan pink salt, kumquats in cognac, artichokes, hazelnuts in honey, truffles. But what made me laugh is I found a red dutch oven in the shape of a heart and text JK I found Angel Dust's cookery but then when I was checking out, I found out the amount left on my holiday gift card was 6.66 and the cost of my haul was 69.69. Yep Angel was in that store. Ha.
Macy's had nothing I wanted but found a new manga at BaM and after spilling my Box of Chocolates latte (salted caramel/chocolate/hazelnut latte with red velvet drizzle) on me and the car seat (thankfully not much of it and I'm wearing scrubs so it'll be okay) I stop at Sheetz to pee (because BaM's bathroom is closed again) and the warning comes on.
All the rain melted all 8-12 inches of snow (and it was almost 60 today) it's unfreezed the Ohio River and of course the rain, the creeks are rising. The river is flooding. The rocks are sliding. Mud is coming over the road. I'm like am I getting home? (on the phone tonight evil little dog is like wait isn't that the mall next to the cliff? yes yes it is) I made it home, got blinded by a train again.
And my phone call ended with ELD when my calf muscles decided to charley horse. OUCH.
Speaking of ouch I'm not sure I can continue with the Dexcom. My skin doesn't react well with glue. It simultaneously won't stick in some places and burns/won't come unglued in other (I know this from other treatments like kinesiotape) Also this thing has been itchy (glue) and burning like fuck (the wire sensor) so last time I accidentally knocked it off but this time I couldn't get this off to save my soul. I had to alcohol soak part of it. It still tore some of the skin (not enough to bleed) and the sensor was covered in blood and there's a bruised hole where it was). I'm giving it the night off. I like that I don't have to stick myself several times a day and it gives a lot of good info but this is not ideal
Now on to the fannish 50 part of the day
Here's a big thank you to
suzume_seta for the Fullmetal Alchemist New Year's card. Loved the art, my friend.And here's a chapter for a new story but not ready to post it to AO3. Written for Spikesgirl58's six word challenge and the six words were Stink, Spill, Vague, Spectacular, Enlighten & Induce
“Thank you for calling me,” Rosie’s flat tone sent a shiver up Angel’s spine. He could feel her rage beating inside his chest like it was his own. Hell, he was pissed too. She stared down into the filthy alley behind his movie studio as two of her people arranged the remains of another cannibal, Jody, onto a gurney. He’d been skinned and chopped into pieces and left in the stink of the back alley of a porno production house. It would be a helluva respawn, probably would take a painful, horrible month to do it.
“You needed to be told in person. I don’t know who did this yet and it’ll be weeks before Jody is put back together enough for him to tell us. I have Plorn, my security chief pulling all the video.”
Rosie blinked, her long lashes gracing her cheeks. “Plorn, like Charles Dickens’ son?”
Angel widened his eyes. “Wow, no one ever knows that. I didn’t. Yeah, he’s a fan but why pick the son who got exiled to Australia…. Anyhow, I’ll find out who did this and why.”
“Not alone. I’ll help personally,” she growled. “Jody was so sweet. He didn’t deserve this.”
“I agree. I like him.” Angel had done two movies with Jody in front of the camera since becoming an overlord. Jody was funny and, if Angel didn’t think about him being a cannibal, it became easier to put his dick in Jody’s mouth. Their first 69 was on track to win a SeXXXies award. “I have no idea why anyone would do this. He seemed popular with the crew but maybe there was some vague worry about, you know, his chosen menu.” He flushed.
“You’re thinking like a porn star, Angel, sweetie.” Rosie put a hand on his back, guiding him toward the doorway back inside his studio as her people wheeled what was left of Jody to the waiting van.
“You need to think like an overlord. Who would challenge your rule?”
“Oh yeah, should have thought of that. I grew up in the mafia lifestyle, always someone beefing with us. Vox and Velvette spring to mind but this isn’t their style. Honestly, Velvette probably sees Valentino going up in a ball of fire as a sign of weakness on his part. Vox believes I killed Val.” Angel opened the door and held it for her.
“He’s not alone in that, sweetie. I’ve wondered and I’m not alone.”
“I’m sticking with what everyone’s already heard a dozen times. A mysterious gift arrived. Val opened it and it exploded. I barely managed to jump from the balcony to safety. But I take your point. Everyone probably thinks I did it and I had more reason to kill him in horrible, spectacular ways than anyone else. I was his toy for almost fifty years.” He shifted his gaze away from her face, not prepared for pity that might show up there.
“He wasn’t shy about hurting you in public. I don’t frequent the places he did but I hear stories. I worried about Jody when he said he wanted to make movies with you. I think he’s sweet on you, Angel.”
Angel shrugged. “Maybe. His idea for a script worked really well. I don’t know if you saw the first movie Dreama wrote up from Jody’s ideas, a police detective.” Angel thumped his chest, “And a forensic profiler who happens to be a cannibal. From what I’ve heard from the more recently dead, there was a cop show like that on TV, though you know, without the romantic, naked subplot.”
She nodded. “Jody said you were respectful and kind to a first timer. I appreciated it. I wanted to send you a gift as a thank you but Jody said he wasn’t sure you’d be good with a home cooked basket of goodies.”
Angel flushed as he opened his office door and allowed her inside. “I’m still working on food issues. Valentino monitored everything I ate, my weight, my clothes…and I’m giving more reasons to be the one who killed Valentino.” You did kill Valentino, he thought and he also wondered what kind of gift basket was appropriate for thanks for being kind on someone first porno starring role.
“I wouldn’t have slipped in anything…well, controversial shall we say, though you should give it a try. I have some delightful lady’s fingers in my store right now and do you like pork rinds?”
“I have a pet pig.” Angel gestured to Fat Nuggets who was in a sunbeam in his bed under the window. “Don’t tell him I like sausage and bacon but yeah pork rinds are fine if they’re hell pig. I don’t want to be rude but, while I’m no stranger to dismembering a person, I was never one for dining on them afterward.”
Rosie kept her best smile on her face and suggested, “Maybe some bath salts and hair gloss.”
He pulled out a chair at his desk for her and Rosie sat. He took the big leather chair he’d gotten that cradled him like a lover.
“That would be nice. I also like wine and whiskey and well, I would never expect you to go to a dealer and get me some nice cocaine or angel dust. But you don’t have to give me a gift, Rosie. I was happy to include Jody and now I’m more than happy help you dismember the asshole who hurt him and whatever you do to him then is your business.”
She chuckled faintly. “This is not the reputation I’ve been told to expect from you.”
He leaned forward on his desk. “Between us, Angel Dust is a persona Valentino created with my help. I was obligated to behave, to not act out and to be meek and gentle. I didn’t end up in hell because I was those things in real life. And it stings but you’re right. I’ve not been acting enough like an overlord. So, while I don’t think this is Vox’s style, I can’t rule him out. The only other people I think would bother with me, because my territory is small would be other small time overlords.”
“Do you have any in mind?” She interrupted his train of thought.
“Not really. Cherri Bomb and I are best friends but together we used to clash with Sir Pentious a lot. He might challenge me but he’s much more likely to call in an air strike with him and those weird egg boi creatures of his. I don’t see him taking out Jody in an alley or skinning him. Again, just not his style and he loves taking credit for the stuff he does. It seems unlikely he’d do this. There’s Fulmine, who thinks he’s all that and wants to own the entertainment district but I could see him going up against Vox more so than me.”
“Don’t count yourself out, lovie. You have a distinct part of the entertainment district. Velvette is fashion. Vox is technology but you have Valentino’s sex industry.” Her lips tightened.
He didn’t have to be told she probably disapproved. Rosie reminded him of his grandma Santina, old fashioned but sweet and lovely.
“That might induce rage in some,” she continued.
He sighed. “There aren’t that many prudes in hell but there is an abyss full of homophobes, including most of my own family. I suppose it could be a direct strike on Jody and me by someone who hates gays. Katie Killjoy leaps to mind if she could be bothered. But there is another possibility.”
“Enlighten me.” Rosie reached into her purse and pulled out a tin of hard candies. Angel passed on those as well, not ready for what they might be made of. Italians had sanguinaccio dolce, chocolate cream and pig’s blood. Who was to say that candy Rosie had wasn’t part sinner in some way?
“It’s personal. If it was about me as an overlord, you’d expect an attack directly on me. Just last week someone tried to steal my actors for a brothel and I had to burn it to the ground.” He gritted his teeth. “But my and Jody’s movie is getting award notices. People know my name. They’re getting to know Jody’s. He’s gifted. You know how people are. I’ve heard some of them spill the tea about how jealous some of the other actors are, how some don’t like that a newcomer is making such a big splash.”
She grimaced. “That is certainly possible. Where do we start figuring out which it is?”
“Ironically with one of our potential suspects: Vox. I have VoxTek here and that alley should be covered by at least one camera. Maybe whoever did this didn’t know that or thought I’m too dumb to have security because everyone thinks Angel Dust is a dummy.” He had certainly helped that image along and his father had always called him one but he wasn’t quite as dumb as everyone thought. “Maybe this will be easy.”
“And if not, then I’ll help you play detective.”
Angel smiled. “I couldn’t have a better Sherlock to my Watson.”
“I’m not Watson?” She arched an eyebrow.
“We both know the who the smart one is here,” he replied.
“Which is why I asked, dear.”
Angel widened his smile. “You are quickly becoming my favorite person, Rosie. Come on, let’s go find Plorn. Like I said, he heads up my security. We’ll see what’s on that footage.”
He stood and offered her his arm. She looped her arm with his. This was a partnership he couldn’t have imagined just a few months ago but he’d take it. Rosie would only help his standing and it was true. He truly enjoyed her company.
And this week's fandom recs
May The Best Man Win FAKE
A Slight Case of Charity Stargate Atlantis
Galactic Adventurers Torchwood
Very Lucky Guardian-RPF Chinese Actor RPF
watch all night Olympus Has Fallen
(i could stay lost) in this moment forever
9-1-1: Lone Star
Hoodie Husband Shameless
Not The Best Idea Torchwood
My Head is in the Clouds Right Now (Just Pray I Come Around) Hazbin Hotel
I Am the Creator The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power
Awful Lot of Fun Doctor Who
Vices and Virtues Hazbin Hotel
Another Four Years Stargate Atlantis
My Boyfriend Turned Into the Moon Avatar: The Last Airbender
Ukiyo The Owl House
You Never Forget The Owl House
Love's a gamble, and baby I'm all in. Hazbin Hotel
O Canada. Olympus Has Fallen
i have you strung in my web (a candle burning slowly by the bed) 时光代理人 | Link Click
Comfort is you Call of Duty
It Takes a Village Teen Wolf
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Date: 2025-02-01 07:31 pm (UTC)it was that they did the exchange without any fuss because I was expecting issues
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Date: 2025-02-01 03:59 pm (UTC)The Dexcom sounds frustrating.
Thanks for including my fic!
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Date: 2025-02-01 07:28 pm (UTC)I am not pleased to have this issue with the dexcom
you're welcome