FreePBX started behaving weirdly back in February. I let it stay that way for months, discovering in that time that Asterisk never crapped out inexplicably. With FreePBX there seem to be some series of crons that occasionally demand attention. I don’t have the patience to unravel it, and for the past months I had no need for the FreePBX GUI. I also have no skills in editing Asterisk config files. That’s what I got FreePBX for.
After returning FreePBX to active use the problems with Asterisk, such as the ones in play today, have returned. I have not even logged in to FreePBX for a few weeks but I’m sure when I do there will be an “Update Config” button to press even though I did not make any changes.
The phone number has never been a primary access point for the radio. It gets calls, mind you, but not many and much of it looks like spam calls. All I’m, concerned about is an influx of people who still think that number leads to the old Apology Line. A string of calls from a pedophile arrived not long after I obtained the number. Fortunately for my conscience he was on record, convicted and written up in many newspapers. So I didn’t have any reason to report him. But it is those type of calls I do not want.
Isn’t it kind of an asshole thing to do, by the way? TO call a number when you know it’s been 25+ years since Apology ended and the number must certainly be in someone else’s hands by now?
I don’t mean to sound surprised. Apologistas could be (without stereotyping the whole crowd) not possessed of the sharpest social skills or graces.
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I think I mentioned previously that the bosslady here had not shown up for about a month. No one felt it appropriate to ask why, because we are underlings. If one of us was out for any reason it would likely be common knowledge as to why. But when it’s the boss you just don’t feel it’s your place to ask. Seen but unseen. We speak when spoken to.
She was back yesterday. Holy shit she has Long Covid. Three surgeries for blood clots on her lungs and a future of more such procedures. Wow just wow.
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I guess today is a new day of sorts. I’ve been taking Lorozapam and a BP med each day when I go to work. It has made the days seem so much more tame, and calm. What makes today a new day is I took the first pills from the 2mg doses the new PCP is happy to prescribe. Previous PCP put me on every guilt trip possible when I came asking for a refill of those pills, never allowing them to increase beyond .5mg per pill. When anxiety struck I’d have to take for of those fuckers to bring the fire under control.
I might even go all in today with a full 2mg dose, even though I don’t really need it today. It’s Saturday, slow day, so I can experiment.
I’m also sleeping well since entering this regimen.
