And a tough summer
Since falling off the top of my trailer, onto the concrete, in May, I have had a rather fucked up summer, and I am not healed up yet, in September. Thank Christ for Dr. Anderson. Without her I could easily be bedridden at this point. There is that and the ADHD diagnosis she has taken on. Hands down, best Doctor I’ve had.....and believe me, I've had LOTS.
So I’m still dealing with a lot of pain and discomfort, decreased range of motion in my neck and Right shoulder, ribcage is still activity dependant...overdo it and I have to hit the morphine to get by.
Compared to where I was 2 months ago, I am in good shape. I can even cough or sneeze, and it doesn't kill me, so I'm not bitching too loudly.
I am, however, under a lot of medication, and the Wellbutrin caused an allergic reaction that has taken 2 weeks to beat down. My first allergic reaction aside from bee stings. The rest of the medication, well, it has to change a person somewhat. Marisa was just down here saying I have been very distant the last while, and that she hasn't seen much of me. (I have been working lots, and yesterday she was gone all day, so it isn't just a choice) I don't feel different, maybe happy when I am in the least amount of pain, which takes some doing. I have a lot on my plate, work, and the yard, and all her projects that require my input. (she doesn't know how to operate the machinery, sift soil, dig up rocks, collect and sort rocks, locate and pickup the items for our landscaping, maintain the equipment, etc, etc) There is the lawn to mow, (she helps a bit there) and I do watering on top of that which can be 2 hours. and I like to play guitar, as much as I can, which isn't a whole lot. I might get an hour every few days. Or I have to stay up late to do it, which I am ok with, but now she says that bothers her, even with headphones on....which is exactly what I wanted to avoid when we did the basement, but she said extra insulation wasn't needed because it would not be an issue. Well....it is, and it makes it hard to play freely knowing she is likely upstairs in bed, fuming because she can hear something. I might have to move it all to the other end of the basement.
Jump ahead to February 2020. Just finished my best season with BA Blacktop, I think I did 100 grand last year, most of it in 5 months. Right now I am cutting the Pete in 1/2, and grafting the air glide 200 rear clip off the Kenworth onto the Pete. Doing this at Joe Rowells.
I bought a 2008 Ford F350 diesel, and I have the 2006 up for sale.
Marisa and I have had a couple setbacks last winter, we seem to haVE MOVED PAST THAT, AND ARE AT A PRETTY GOOD PLACE. My mom passed away a year ago.
It is our 9th anniversary, and is the first and only time I have ever been involved with anyone, non stop, day to day, ever. She has tried harder, put up with more, and had to accept, more than any other previous partner. Carrie's 10 year letter to the "new girlfriend" really looks fucked up now, 75% of it was like everything else from her. Pretty distorted, to make her look like a beacon of light, and me as the narcissist. Hahahaha. Narcissist. She is still stuck on that, still blogging, ezineing, whatever you want to call it. I should have known when I found her suicide letter (we had been dating a couple months) that she was trouble. But she couldn't even do that right, she tried, and failed.
nuff said. First time I've even thought of her in a year.
Carrie, if you are reading this....FUCK YOU! and the horse you rode in on.
So I’m still dealing with a lot of pain and discomfort, decreased range of motion in my neck and Right shoulder, ribcage is still activity dependant...overdo it and I have to hit the morphine to get by.
Compared to where I was 2 months ago, I am in good shape. I can even cough or sneeze, and it doesn't kill me, so I'm not bitching too loudly.
I am, however, under a lot of medication, and the Wellbutrin caused an allergic reaction that has taken 2 weeks to beat down. My first allergic reaction aside from bee stings. The rest of the medication, well, it has to change a person somewhat. Marisa was just down here saying I have been very distant the last while, and that she hasn't seen much of me. (I have been working lots, and yesterday she was gone all day, so it isn't just a choice) I don't feel different, maybe happy when I am in the least amount of pain, which takes some doing. I have a lot on my plate, work, and the yard, and all her projects that require my input. (she doesn't know how to operate the machinery, sift soil, dig up rocks, collect and sort rocks, locate and pickup the items for our landscaping, maintain the equipment, etc, etc) There is the lawn to mow, (she helps a bit there) and I do watering on top of that which can be 2 hours. and I like to play guitar, as much as I can, which isn't a whole lot. I might get an hour every few days. Or I have to stay up late to do it, which I am ok with, but now she says that bothers her, even with headphones on....which is exactly what I wanted to avoid when we did the basement, but she said extra insulation wasn't needed because it would not be an issue. Well....it is, and it makes it hard to play freely knowing she is likely upstairs in bed, fuming because she can hear something. I might have to move it all to the other end of the basement.
Jump ahead to February 2020. Just finished my best season with BA Blacktop, I think I did 100 grand last year, most of it in 5 months. Right now I am cutting the Pete in 1/2, and grafting the air glide 200 rear clip off the Kenworth onto the Pete. Doing this at Joe Rowells.
I bought a 2008 Ford F350 diesel, and I have the 2006 up for sale.
Marisa and I have had a couple setbacks last winter, we seem to haVE MOVED PAST THAT, AND ARE AT A PRETTY GOOD PLACE. My mom passed away a year ago.
It is our 9th anniversary, and is the first and only time I have ever been involved with anyone, non stop, day to day, ever. She has tried harder, put up with more, and had to accept, more than any other previous partner. Carrie's 10 year letter to the "new girlfriend" really looks fucked up now, 75% of it was like everything else from her. Pretty distorted, to make her look like a beacon of light, and me as the narcissist. Hahahaha. Narcissist. She is still stuck on that, still blogging, ezineing, whatever you want to call it. I should have known when I found her suicide letter (we had been dating a couple months) that she was trouble. But she couldn't even do that right, she tried, and failed.
nuff said. First time I've even thought of her in a year.
Carrie, if you are reading this....FUCK YOU! and the horse you rode in on.
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