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Experiences and thoughts based on my everyday life |
| This book will contain my daily thoughts. |
| On Friday, we head back over to Rick's friend Ben's place to house and dog sit for about ten days. There is a lot of preparation here, as I hate to forget anything important. One the 21st, my fiance's mother flies in from Sacramento for one afternoon/evening, then she and Rick fly to New York on Thursday to spend a long weekend seeing Rick's daughter, Scarlet graduate from Bard. I have to stay behind due to not having a Real ID, which is needed for flying now, and also a lack of funds. I can't lie, I am feeling a little left out. It's not anyone's doing, it's merely circumstantial, but I am in my feelings about it. I have one full day alone at Ben's house, then he returns on Saturday afternoon, and will bring me home to the apartment. I will be here at the apartment solo for a few days. Most people would relish that time, but I am an anxious disabled girlie who is quite clumsy. Being in my shoes, I think anyone would be a bit nervous. I have recently had a nearly disastrous fall in the tub, and I am very fortunate that all that happened was a possibly chipped bone in my elbow. I have spent many nights since the fall in pain. I need to go to the doctor, but due to insurance issues, I have lost all of my doctors because of failed contract negotiations. Rick made me promise to not take baths unless he is home, so he can help if something goes wrong. After having my life flash before my eyes as I was falling, I will have no problems adhering to this rule. That was a very scary experience that I do not wish to relive. I think that the time apart will give me the opportunity to focus on writing, and also my reselling business. The latter option has seen me working long days to keep it functioning at peak levels. Eight hours at my computer daily. Yesterday, I skipped lunch to focus on the reselling. Okay, getting ready to go into therapy, then it's time to take the chemo meds for my rheumatoid arthritis. Super fun. Wednesdays are tough for me, and frankly so are Thursdays, as one day I am dealing with the effects of the meds, and the next, I am recovering from those effects. Please forgive me if that sounds like complaining, as my life would be far more unbearable without these meds. |
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