Jacksonville, etc.

As this week is the week before Thanksgiving, I had high hopes for a good week, even if I did have to spend it all by myself, instead I find myself comparing it to 2006.  JD started his weekly routine of driving six hours from Wilmington to Chantilly, Virginia for his j-o-b, staying for two weeks and then driving back to Wilmington, just like he's been doing since July, blah, blah, blah.

Monday I am sitting at work and he calls me on my cell phone; he's been laid off!  Could they not have told him that on Friday to save the 12 hours of driving back and forth?????  On the one hand, this is depressing, because now we're going to be without any income (assuming that Social Insecurity delays my disability) for awhile.  On the other hand, I'm kind of thankful that I'll have another human to talk to at home, even if  it does mean I won't be able to afford insurance, food, medicine (I have stopped taking all of my meds except insulin), bills, etc.

Tuesday was my follow-up appointment with my rumy in Jacksonville.  My blood works "looks pretty darn good".  I still have some inflammation, but at least Lupus, Gout and Hepatitis have been ruled out.  We had a discussion about my brain zaps, ear pain and neck pain.  Rumy wants me to go for an MRI to get a look at the cervical spine and whether 1 and 2 have RA or if it's just the disc degeneration in 4-7.  They're also going to try to get one of the biologics meds approved with insurance.  I don't have very much faith that I will be able to afford that, either, but I kept that info to myself.  By the time we got back home, there was a message on the machine that the MRI will be done on Thursday of this week.

Wednesday was not too bad at all.  I went to torture at 1:00 and Geron was in the parking lot with a dead battery.  I called the cavalry to rescue him.  We went to church at PV on Wednesday night.

Thursday, I went to work for about two and a half hours, then left to go to Jacksonville for the MRI.  I was so tired by the time that we got back home, I decided just to stay home.

Friday, JD called me at work and said that he had been to the doctor (no insurance for him) and that it costed $95.00 and said that he would stop at Subway and get something for lunch.  I get home at lunch and ask why he didn't take the trash to the curb, and he says it's not full yet, we can sqush it down for another week!  So I make the remark, I should have just done it myself, (even if I'm not physically able.)  He gets mad and decides he'll just wait to eat lunch after I eat and go back to work, so I put my sandwich (meatball, which I don't like and he knows that) in the fridge and just leave to go back to work.  I was so pissed off that I ditched pt and was hoping that I would have a hypoglycemic attack and that I would just die at work.  As is my luck, that didn't happen either, I just felt really bad and was not able to concentrate at all at work.  As much as I hated being alone, I'd rather he was gone again.  Long story short, the only thing I had to eat all day was a bowl of cereal and coffee for breakfast, a DP for lunch and a pack of cheese crackers and a cup of coffee after I got home from work.  He wouldn't talk to me all night.  He just kept asking me what I wanted to eat.  Having been off of my meds for over a week now, I can understand why suicide seems so easy for some people.

It's Saturday morning as I write and he's off spending more money that we need to be conserving.  8-/