I found out last week that I have to move out of my condo at the end of the month, which means I have a lot of work to do between now and then. Well, wouldn't you know it, I went and pulled my back a couple of days ago moving furniture and when I woke up this morning it was really hurting. So I guess I'll be hobbling around this dank dungeon for the next few days getting my stuff together on an ibuprofen trip. I still have the Torodol for the kidney stone, but I'm leery of using it... though I will if I have to. It's not an opioid, but still comes with its own set of problems.
That said, I'm soooooooo ready to get out of here; I don't like my new neighbors, I don't like that this place is in my stepfather's name, and I'm especially ready to live somewhere that I can step outside my front-door without feeling like I'm running a gauntlet. Of course, that place will be with my grandfather, which sucks, not because of him, but because I'm friggin' forty and moving in with my grandpa. But like I said yesterday, I have a plan. I'm supposed to be starting therepy with a new psychiatrist very soon and hopefully, hopefully, hopefully, I'll be able to hold down a job by the end of the year... fingers crossed. With a career, I'll be able to get my own place (meaning I pay for it) and start a real life.
Woo-hoo!