I ended up smoking MJ vs. taking the Baclofen yesterday afternoon because I was really banged up, and pot helps with pain, but Baclofen does not. Then I had a nice nap. I can't do that every day tho. I don't want to turn into a pot head.

If I did drop-off service, I would sill have to carry the laundry bags in and out of the laundromat, which is my biggest problem.

My husband is not like yours'. I hadn't done laundry for 3 weeks because I didn't think I could/should do it, and I was still hoping to get better before I tried. Corey was down to one raggedy pair of undies and a bathing suit, and that wasn't enough of an incentive for him to go with me voluntarily, even though I told him I needed him to go with me, and he initially agreed. So I broke down and went myself.

I'm always letting him off the hook, and I've spoiled him, and that's part of the reason why I'm stuck doing everything now. The rest is laziness and apathy. Our relationship is very dysfunctional.

So much for slowing down... he came home with an 18-pack yesterday and started drinking before 3pm. There are 3 beers left in the fridge.


The swimwear came yesterday. The medium size long-sleeve swim top is very pretty and fit me well, but the sleeves really aren't long enough to hide my wrist scars. I ordered the large as well. The sleeves are really long, but it's also really big on me, especially for something to wear in the water. I ordered a different one that has thumb holes, so it will definitely cover my scars, but I could only get it in a large... I hope it works out better cuz don't know how much more messing around with all this s*** I'm up for.