A day out

Just massively depressed today but I did a good job of covering. 

I got up, got on the computer for a while.  Ron had gotten himself off the floor and into bed, and was snoring.  I took a shower.  My aunt says my skin looks better with this soap so I will have to stick with this brand. 

I climbed out, dried off, got dressed.  My aunt came.

We left and ran by the gas station to get me some cold drinks.  Then we took the freeway to see Doc.  No matter how you cut it, it's a long ride, but this one wasn't too bad.  The 610 one seemed to be pretty bad but we haven't done that one in ages. 

We got there, they called me in early.  I believe because they wanted their lunch, and the sooner they got rid of me the sooner they got it! 

Obligatory medical student, talked to her.  I told her I was doing OK.  Doc came in "How was your Christmas?"  I told him the truth.  Lots of blackouts on his part, falling on the floor, etc.  He was sorry to hear it and wanted me to tell Ron they "missed him". 

I mentioned the cycle-that-will-not-end and the dizziness (more than usual, to report).  He said the dizziness was due to low blood pressure.  I would rather have it low, than high!  We finished up and we left. 

I had told my aunt about my tooth so we decided to go to Chilis.  I could get a bowl of chili and take my pills with that.  I did that. 

She is a really good role model for me with weight loss.  When she gets a Coke, it is mostly ice with a little bit of beverage, and sometimes she doesn't finish it.  She got a double burger today and only ate half.  She ate about 4 of her fries.  She is always a perfect example of moderation: she really only has enough to fill up, then stops. 

People like me, we don't know when to stop.  We just go and go until the plate is empty.  But she will have what she needs, only.  She's a good example.  I told her I would write about this and she said that was OK. 

We talked.  She knows what is going on with Ron, I think it is important to have people in real life, in Houston, who know what is going on.  For instance, Ron never contacted me when we were out today.  She mentioned that is very unusual for him.  We had a good meal which I paid for with Ron's money.  He had given me some.  I was down to my last $7. 

I had enough of my own money to pay doc, and should have enough to pay for my prescriptions when they come in. 

So, I had a good time with my aunt.  She is very easy to talk to. 

She asked if I needed to go anywhere else and then took me home.  We got there quickly. 

She offered to wait outside while I checked on Ron but I said we would be OK.  I went in and he was in the exact same position, snoring, on his bed.  So he was fine. 

I decided to take a nap while I could.  Torbie came along for petting, we did that for a while, then she went in her cave and purred loudly at me while I fell asleep.  She's a great cat. 

I had a short nap and woke up, she was gone.  She does that sometimes.  Ron was awake, so we talked a little, then he started drinking again.  He did manage to tell me he wants to work on the accounting report tomorrow, and not go anywhere. 

That is fine, I just wish he had set this up for a week ago.  He has a very bad habit of waiting 'till the last minute on the report, and creating a lot of unnecessary drama.  I hate that.  Just do it early and save all the frantic drama, I don't need it. 

I have enough drama in my life. 

I asked him to call the pharmacy, his prescription is in.  I told him to ask about mine.  He asked if they were ready.  Of course they aren't.  I meant, see if they have them.  Doc is great but once or twice his "girl" did not put in the prescriptions until I asked. 

I don't think I need to emphasize how important it is for me to get my medication in a timely manner.  Ron made a bunch of disparaging comments, threw in some name calling, and said he wouldn't call back.  I tried but the line is busy.  It is important to get my medication.  If I don't have that I am in trouble. 

I will get it all done. 

So, tomorrow is another marathon accounting session.  Which I hate.  I wish Ron could find some other way to get the adrenaline pumping.