apparently, the only way i will get to see my grandson is to call child welfare on those people.

so fucking be it.

Interesting. I received a money order from one of my renters and now i cannot cash it myself because *I* have bad credit. O.o

we were supposed to have a post turkeyday potluck. but two stubborn bitches have pretty much ensured if i want to see ALL my gkids together before the suckage of radiation and chemo starts on tuesday, i'll have to go fucking driving everywhere my own damned self and just fucking GET the kids myself. fuck.

why why why.

awake, because my bedclothes and my steroids are working together in cahoots trying to kill me.

seriously.

the kids are in denial.

I start 5 weeks of radiation therapy next week. then chemo.

and then it will come back even more aggressively than it was this time. in one or two years.

those translations won't be writing themselves. i have work to do.

This whole "can't drive for 3-6 months" is BS. Where is the necessary and needed public transportation?

oh, yeah. FUCKING TEXAS!!!!

and how is it i manage to get more research done before any of the humans in my vicinity even roll out of bed.

when they sold me the trailers, the park violated state law by not providing valid certificates of occupancy.

now to decide whether to just quietly file formal complaints in austin. or be noisy here.

daughter #2, AKA Crazy, she can get shit done. Son spends a couple of days driving around and cannot find a single open lot space for a trailer anywhere.

CRAZY takes me for a 20 minute drive and finds a dozen. no shit.

ugh. STILL with the knees. and the hydrocodone only lasts about 3 hours. That final hour is a total bitch, but if i take the meds early, I'm plagued with dizziness..

can't win.