Week Two, No Casualties

Good: Hub has been working his hot ass off making our house look like a home, and so far it is beautiful! Today was the first day of our local farmers market and we scored a bunch of cut veggies and my own lil' rainbow chard plant! A dear old friend of mine who happens to be an editor and writer took a stab at reading my novella from a few years back (NaNoWriMo, google that shit yo) and thought it was good! This excites me in a brainy, nerdy way I cannot explain, but it's universal I think.

Bad: Looks like I've got tinnitus (pulsitile?) which is added to My Big List of Bullshit Body Bummers, aka my MS symptoms list. Eh; not really bad, but not good and not ugly, either. Speaking of which...

Ugly: The lawyers office called, again, harassing me about my therapist's unwillingness to cooperate, again. I got pissed fast, and tore into the gal on the line. I've now explained ten actual times that he won't work with them. They keep badgering. I keep yelling, then hanging up and fucking crying, of all things, because I'm so frustrated with them. After the years and years of bullshit I've dealt with, I can't honestly say I blame him one iota! Bunch of savages in this world*. The patience that hub & I have put forth to accommodate and care for pater has juuuuuust about run the fuck out as well. If one has diabetes, one would think it paramount to monitor that shit, right? Well, pater feels differently. Of course. Have I mentioned he's a republican scientologist realtor? No? Well, there's at least 30% of why we don't get along. He's also got vertigo and won't do the simple fucking things necessary to control it, so I'm up all night listening for when he gets up, to make sure he doesn't crash.
I'm barely sleeping, barely eating and barely scraping by. I cut again. Bedrest has gotten way, way past old. These are the things I know I know.



Heh. Gotta find the humour, else what's the point, right?








*You win 100 internets and some snoogins if you got the reference!