The football game was on at 1 yesterday, a pretty big game, and it was close. It was a good thing my husband wasn't sleeping because there was no way to keep me quiet. The cats went into hiding, which is typical of when I watch football lol. Great game, and we won.

My husband ran out of beer because he started drinking at 2pm. I walked with him to the liquor store. It takes me 20min each way (10 for him), but I didn't want him going alone and I couldn't go alone because I wouldn't have been able to carry the beer back that far. I've stopped counting how many beers he drinks because it makes me sad and/or disgusts me, but it had to be over 20 because he was throwing up by 7:30.

I tried everything I could to get him to agree to go to the doctor, or at least promise he wouldn't go to work, but all he would say was, "we'll see what happens." The (expletive) went to work today. It's hard to be sympathetic when someone won't help themselves. At the very least he'll be hung over and on his feet all day. At the worst, he'll be hung over and hanging from a (expletive) harness 50ft or more in the air working on a crane. What an (expletive)!
If he ends up worse off tomorrow because he went to work today, I'm going to hit the roof. He has enough accrued time to take the rest of the week off and then some, but shouldn't have to use his own time since he was injured on the job. He told his boss, but he never filled out a report. He never listens to me. It's not that he thinks I'm wrong or stupid, he just doesn't want to hear it.

The good news is pdoc's office called early this morning. She signed the form and it's ready to be picked up. Yea! I'm going to take a cab over to pick up the form, then I'll hit the post office, but first I'm going to call the organization putting on the program to verify their address (because I'm paranoid).
There should be plenty of time for it to get there by regular mail, but I'm going to send it expedited (again, because I'm paranoid).