Wrap Up

1. Leave work and go to MastersMark for my dry cleaning.


2. Go home and mow the field in preparation for my Lawn Kajiru.


3. Eradicate the poison ivy in the back yard.


4. Go to the gym.


5. Wax eyebrows.


6. Spend time with Llewellyn.

I ended up taking a walk with Aunt Tudi instead of going to the gym, but at least it was exercise, so mission accomplished!

Today

At 9:30 I go to physical therapy for my shoulder blade problem. I sneezed last night and it felt like someone was stabbing me in the back. That sucks.

At 3:30 I'll be getting my eyeball exam. It will surprise me if I don't need glasses.

At 7:00 tonight, I meet with Mr. Dom. It promises to be an interesting coffee break. Afterward, I'm off to see Llew for a little while.

Then, off to the gym.

Hopefully, I'll be home by 10 tonight so I can get some bloody sleep.

Why I Love United Healthcare

Not only did they pay for my surgery, but they also do not require a copay or dictate a visit limt for physical therapy. This is very good news since I'm going to have to go to PT two days a week for Goddess know how long.

But my shoulder blade and arm already feel better.

My therapist is this teeny weeny woman named Jill who almost pulled my head off giving me sweet sweet traction. It felt good, dammit, and I'm ready for more.

Threshold

I am on the threshold between frustration and apathy when it comes to this situation with the Bitch Daughter. Neither she nor her slacker boyfriend have yet to find a job, yet they're living it up without a care in the world while Llew pays for the house and all the utilities. BD even has a cell phone and Llew has no idea how she was able to pay for it. If she has money for a cell phone why then is she not helping with maintaining the household? She sure as hell isn't cleaning the house. What exactly does she do other than suck off Llew's livelihood?

So Llew complains to me about it and expresses his hopelessness and frustration regarding the situation, yet he gets testy when I tell him what he needs to do and how Bitch Daughter is an ungrateful little strumpet. All he does is moan about how miserable he is with these grifters, but he won't do anything about it.

I love Llew and I admire him for a variety of reasons, but this area of weakness I see in him has begun to stir feelings of disdain for him pertaining to this situation. I'm fed up with the cycle of use and abuse I see in his immediate family and I'm frustrated that my hands are tied when it comes to actually doing something about it. I grow weary watching him being taken advantage of and his allowing it. This weakness overshadows so many other wonderful things about the man.

But if he can't be strong with his Bitch Daughter when it's obvious even to him that she's using him up and will toss him to one side once he has nothing left to offer, how can he be the strong male presence I seem to so desperately need? How can I give up control the way I need to and feel safe with a man who has no control in hiw own life?

Cheerwine

Oh, I had forgotten about the dream I had last night.

I dreamt that I forgot I'd had the surgery and took three big gulps of Cheerwine because I was just parched. As soon as I swallowed, I remembered about the surgery and started to panic. I ran to the phone to call Diane at the surgeon's office and, while I waited on her to answer the phone, I felt my stomach expanding from the carbonation.

Before I could talk to Diane, I exploded.

Pleasant! Maybe I'll just stay awake tonight....and sip Cheerwine. Riiiight.

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