3 years ago when I had my seizure the neurologist put me on impossible to take and function as a productive member of society drugs. After a few months I told him I just couldn't take them anymore. I told him I would smoke before I went to bed (the brain danger time apparently) and he said that was a good plan. He didn't really think I had an issue that would recur anyway. It wasn't legal to prescribe in FL at that time, but we didn't discuss that part. He assumed I would find a way. I kept that up for a couple years but kind of drifted away from it. If I ever have a bit of a symptom I will instantly get back to it. It is just when the mood strikes now and not a health maintenance feature.

Suzi, I'm actively thinking about it. D's been working at the new job over a year now, and last year he got a nice end of year bonus even though he'd only been working there a little over a month.

It depends on that, but I've been keeping an eye on airplane tickets (driving across KS -- ugh) and looking at AirB&B for places with a hot tub. (If I am going to CO in the winter for a mini vaca, damned right I want -- NEED -- a hot tub.)

Hubby's doctor was trying to get him onto a program that would finally allow him to check off the THC box on his "Do you test positive for these drugs?" list. But Utah doesn't do things like that.

Nailpolish color report: Madame President is a beautiful bold pinkish-red that looks great on me.

Since I neglected to wear it during the election, I'm going to wear it until December 20.

More roommate pet bullshit: I have arranged for Frankie to stay somewhere while I'm gone, since M can't be arsed to even take him out to try and help prevent accidents. This morning I let him know that Tom and Nora would be coming to take care of Bella, unless he wanted to do it. He's pushing back ecaussits an invasion of his privacy and "wants us to explore other options." I'm not boarding her - I don't have the money and it would be traumatic for her. It would take less than five minutes out of his fucking day to feed her, make sure she has water, and scoop the litter pan. He is so fucking self-centered I can't. Roommates means compromise. How can a former pet owner be such a jerk?

I'd have someone else stay there while you were gone! Absolutely absurd. You can have anyone you want invade his precious privacy. I am so sorry you have to have such a ridiculous roommate.

What other options? I literally can't figure out what he envisions, unless it's for you to also arrange for the cat to be somewhere else while you're gone. Which is ridiculous.

He's throwing a total bitch fit because he says I "told" him what was going to happen instead of "including him in the decision making*." And when I try to explain why I went about it the way I did, he accused me of bringing up a "laundry list" of complaints and shut down the conversation completely for the moment. Says all I had to do was "ask him to do me a favor." Why would I, when you have declined to do anything I've asked you before, including KEEPING THE GODDAMN DOOR SHUT SO MY CAT WON'T GET OUT? Oh, sorry, that's laundry list material.

He says having Tom and Nora come in is off the table.

Once again proving the adage that people who say they don't want drama are the ones who create all the goddamn drama.

* what I said was, "Frankie is going to stay with x and y and Tom and Nora will come take care of Bella, unless you want to do it. I assumed you didn't."

Little man, I am not responsible for your fucking childhood issues, just like you are not responsible for my rage blackout when you move my shit without asking. Oh, sorry, laundry list.

Is he on the lease?

Sadly, yes. I found the place, but we are both on the lease.

eta I guess I have another question to add to the interview next time. "Are you willing to occasionally help out with my pets' basic physical needs?"