Broken

Drug Grilltech to the doctor yesterday because he’s been limping around for a week or so. He’s got tendonitis on his left foot, plus a bone spur. He’s in a walking cast, which helps. Today I’ll be picking up his medications.

I’m a bit frustrated with him. He wants to lose weight but will only do a fasting diet. He’s lost five pounds, which is good because I know what a struggle it can be. I think he needs to move more. Sure, he’s hurt right now, so I get it. When he’s feeling better, he does nothing. He works two jobs, so he has limited time. People make time for what's important.

His life, his choices. But his choices will be impacting me. I’ve told him in the past, he’s going to leave me. He thinks I’m talking about divorce. I really mean if he doesn’t make some changes, he’s going to die long before me. And that’s what scares me the most.

I Need A Title

I go to bed about 1900 (7:00 PM) at night, because I get up at o’dark thirty. Last night, I jerked awake because of a nightmare. I was awake for about twenty minutes before I was able to go back to sleep. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a nightmare bad enough to wake me.

On the knitting front, I’m working on Grilltech’s socks. They’re too fiddly to work on them during the morning staff meeting. I’ve started working on a washcloth instead. Turns out I can do a whole row during that time.

I’ve been fighting with the company that handles our house payment. They’ve been doing things like taking payment out for the wrong week and putting us in the hole. Today I’m going to send them bank statements to get paid back for all those bounced check fees, because those really add up.

Take care, the world is a dangerous place. More dangerous then it should be.