Shocking

So the hospital was unpleasant. I got home a couple days ago. I left AMA because I went in because I was so isolated, but then, well, they isolated me because of the scabies that were no longer contagious and hadn’t been for days. The rash remains. It’s fading. Slowly. I had a really bad allergy to it and, well, ta-da, I ended up in isolation alone in a room with no sound, and they kept forgetting to give me food and water. I went like 18 hours, I think.

I should actually sue them. LawyerBoy was good about it. He let me spend the night and has made certain all weapons are locked up anytime I visit. It’s kind of its own fuck you from me, the anti-Second Amendment person. He insists on concealed carrying everywhere. It’s weird to me, so now he won’t around me. So there is a point on the board for the anti-gun lobby.

Stevie Saga continues. I saw him yesterday. He had the biopsy Monday. He goes back next Monday. He just kept saying that basal cell doesn’t spread like that. And if it does, it’s bad. Except it could be squamous cell.

He basically didn’t want to see me until he got it done, and he scheduled a trip back east to see his mom the week after he finds out.

I had made a decision. I was going to move to Colorado in October. Live with my sister for a little, get on my feet, and find out about Denver and all of its mile-high enchantments.

But then Stevie said he was going to have to work until October, so he can’t take time off from work for treatment, not that he has insurance until I leave. That might change things if he needs me. He probably won’t. Colorado seems cool, I guess. It’s pretty. I’ve always found it beautiful.

Stevie realizes what is going on. I think he is afraid. He told me not to blow up his phone, though. I told him to let me know ASAP. Like, order of operations: mom, sisters, then me. He won’t. I’ll be fighting him.

But he also is putting shocks on his Jeep and he thinks he needs help. I can already tell he will need help, and my jack. Let’s see if he reaches out to me. I’m still up his ass Tuesday.

I went to CVS, inside the store, and walked around a little. First time that I have been inside a store in at least a year. Probably more.

Abilify. They did up my dose. It helps. It’s the one that really works. It’s an antidepressant booster. And I met a guy. I went from no one talking to me to being inundated for some unknown reason. I’m sure it will never work out. He is a PhD. I’m an unemployed lunatic who is in love with a man who is probably dying of cancer and can’t even get committed to an asylum properly.

but, alas, I can do shocks in my sleep.