Drama And Murder
My my how time flies. The weather was fantastic this summer. But the truth is I hardly left the apartment for the last half of the summer. I've gained so much weight that none of my clothes fit me. I don't want to go out walking around in ill fitting clothes. I've done nothing but sit around playing on the computer and watching tv. Oh but there's been plenty of drama. Little R moved back in a while back. I was happy to have her back here. But the drama started immediately and never let up. She just left again on Monday. Now we don't even know where she is. She just said "I'm moving out now, bye" and left. She did say she would come see me this afternoon, but I haven't heard from her yet. She's 17 and doesn't know what she wants. I think her boyfriend manipulates her. I had just gotten used to being an empty nester when she came back. Then it was chaos. Now I have to get used to her being gone again. I do hope she shows up today so I can at least maybe find out where she is staying. She went back to school and the school wouldn't take her! They told her she has to go to the alternative school and get 4 credits before they will let her attend. I'm not 100% sure but as far as I know she did go sign up at the alternative school. I just want her to be happy and healthy and have a good productive life.
I've really been on edge lately. There was all the drama with Little R of course. Then there was also a murder in our little town. That doesn't happen here very often. I'm pretty upset and paranoid about the whole thing. It happened fairly close to home. This town will never be the same. Until an arrest is made I'll be pretty freaked out. This has kept me in the apartment for the last month. I won't even go down to the laundry room by myself now. It's just disgusting that a woman isn't even safe in her own home any more.
We've been to visit T a couple of times. Met his new girlfriend. It sounds like we're going there for Thanksgiving. You know I got him that computer from Freecycle, it's been sitting on my diningroom table for months. So we were getting ready to take it to him, and when we turned it on, there was the blue screen of death. It had been working fine up until then. So much for that. I know he'll never go out and buy one. I guess we'll just get him another one, unless Mr. Man can fix this one. I want my table back. This whole apartment is more like a big storage closet than a home.
The doctor has sent Mr. Man to a pain clinic. The nearest one is in London. He is getting this treatment called infusion. It's quite new to Canada. Basically they inject you via IV with freezing, the same stuff the dentist uses. I guess it's supposed to freeze your nerves so you don't feel the pain. They are looking at alternative treatments so that maybe he won't have to take so many pain pills. He had his first infusion yesterday. He goes back again in 2 weeks and then monthly after that. I hope it works for him.
So my immediate goals are to turn this place into a home. We won't be leaving any time soon as I had hoped. To lose weight by Christmas. I don't want to be like this at the company Christmas party. And to get my confidence back to be able to leave the apartment without fear.
That's it, that's all. Until next time, peace.
I've really been on edge lately. There was all the drama with Little R of course. Then there was also a murder in our little town. That doesn't happen here very often. I'm pretty upset and paranoid about the whole thing. It happened fairly close to home. This town will never be the same. Until an arrest is made I'll be pretty freaked out. This has kept me in the apartment for the last month. I won't even go down to the laundry room by myself now. It's just disgusting that a woman isn't even safe in her own home any more.
We've been to visit T a couple of times. Met his new girlfriend. It sounds like we're going there for Thanksgiving. You know I got him that computer from Freecycle, it's been sitting on my diningroom table for months. So we were getting ready to take it to him, and when we turned it on, there was the blue screen of death. It had been working fine up until then. So much for that. I know he'll never go out and buy one. I guess we'll just get him another one, unless Mr. Man can fix this one. I want my table back. This whole apartment is more like a big storage closet than a home.
The doctor has sent Mr. Man to a pain clinic. The nearest one is in London. He is getting this treatment called infusion. It's quite new to Canada. Basically they inject you via IV with freezing, the same stuff the dentist uses. I guess it's supposed to freeze your nerves so you don't feel the pain. They are looking at alternative treatments so that maybe he won't have to take so many pain pills. He had his first infusion yesterday. He goes back again in 2 weeks and then monthly after that. I hope it works for him.
So my immediate goals are to turn this place into a home. We won't be leaving any time soon as I had hoped. To lose weight by Christmas. I don't want to be like this at the company Christmas party. And to get my confidence back to be able to leave the apartment without fear.
That's it, that's all. Until next time, peace.
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