Back to sleep

Hunkering down for another weekend alone. LawyerBoy wants a weekend to himself. I’ve been spending the night there. A lot.

Last night was interesting. Someone I met through the public records work and I were talking. I have horrible hives, probably from stress, so I took some Benadryl and fell asleep while we were on the phone. He couldn’t reach me, so he called 911. EMTs, the fire department, and the police showed up at my door. I was groggy, and it kind of sucked.

It’s okay. I’m taking Benadryl. I’ll just keep sleeping. It’s easier that way.

My best friend is trying to get me to move to Loma Linda, California. I don’t know. I asked if I could stay with her, but she thought this was a better option. Besides, the basement is for her wife’s kids.

Maybe I move in with my sister for a while, get back on my feet, and then move to Denver. This isn’t a place I should be. That’s for damn sure.

I still can’t quite believe my best friend said no. But that’s just life. I need to figure it out.

I’d try Stevie again if I thought, for one second, he’d respond.

Someone needs to realize that I can’t take care of myself right now. That’s the reality. I’m so far down that I need help with daily activities. I can’t hold down a job. I’m that far gone. I need help.

My fucking phone is so messed up now that I can’t even access online medical care. I can’t use Maps, so I can barely find my way anywhere.

Back to sleep. It’s easier that way.