Thank you for the encouragement, askye.
Hil, I am glad you are on the mend. Bronchitis is no joke.
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Thank you for the encouragement, askye.
Hil, I am glad you are on the mend. Bronchitis is no joke.
Hil, rest is important.
I was up most of the night with terrible sciatica pain. It still hurts and nothing helps except hot baths, but I'm afraid I won't be able to physically get out of the tub and no one is home to help with that. I was so tired on the way home from dropping ltc off at school that I forgot to grab breakfast or turn on my audiobook.
sj, sciatica pain is the worst. I hope you got some relief today.
Tim's not!son got kicked out of his halfway house, and the reason he gave Tim is so obviously a lie that all I could do is laugh. The residents have assigned chores. Not!son said that "someone was out to get him" because they told him to clean the hallway, so he swept it with a broom, but he was supposed to mop it, so they kicked him out.
No one gets kicked out of a halfway house for one incidence of not mopping a hallway. No one. My guesses are, in order of likelihood: (1) he got in a fight (which is against the halfway house rules, which all residents are given when they move in), because he is a violent hothead who is angry at the world; (2) he started using/drinking again; or (3) he didn't do any of his chores, ever, for all the months he's been living there.
He doesn't have a car to live in this time, and I just don't care where he's living. He is 39 and a father of 2 little girls. I cannot believe he can't get his shit together enough to follow rules and hold down a job. (He's been working at Tim's company, and still is, as far as I know, but his attendance has been spotty even before he became homeless again, so who fucking knows if he'll make it to work now.) He thinks the world is out to get him yet simultaneously thinks the world owes him. What a manchild.
I honestly think he's going to end up back in jail or dead before the end of the year. I sure hope it's jail.
Teppy, thanks. I almost fell down trying to get a box of pasta out of the pantry. So, I'm just not moving for now. I'm so sorry to hear about Not!son. I hope he can figure it out and soon.
I almost fell down trying to get a box of pasta out of the pantry. So, I'm just not moving for now.
That's just lousy, when your pain won't let you move a certain way that's otherwise totally normal. Not moving is probably the best plan for now. I hope you can get a hot bath later.
I'm so sorry to hear about Not!son. I hope he can figure it out and soon.
I hope so, too, though I have no faith that he will. People do change their lives, but they have to be the ones to find the reason to change, and he just isn't doing that. If he can't change for his little girls, I don't know what could possibly make him change.
That is very discouraging news, Steph.
I'm sorry about the pain, sj. I hope a hot bath can happen soon.
Ugh, it's stupid dark out. Haaaate.
I'm still coughing. I've got an appointment with my doctor for Thursday, but once the office opens, I'm going to call and see if she has any available appointments today.
And then I'll deal with my mom who keeps calling me to ask why I'm not "doing more" about this bronchitis. Because apparently, bronchitis can be cured through calling every doctor in the city every day, and if I'm not getting better, it's because I'm not doing that. (I've been to two doctors, and tried four medications already. It's not like I'm just shrugging my shoulders.)
Sciatica still bad today. I had to sleep on the recliner because everything else hurt too much. And my new health coverage is refusing an MRI on my swollen foot because they want me to wait to see if I feel better in a few months.
Good grief! Did the podiatrist have any ideas?