I will begin with good news:

ALL my kidney function numbers are almost exactly the same now as they were before I started taking Vraylar
My two prior random blood sugars were 108 and 116. This time my glucose was only 93

Now the bad news:

While I was in the "office" last night smoking the last of the MJ in my vaporizer (because I was ready to head off to bed), Corey was out smoking a cigarette. When I came back into the living room, Corey was coming inside, and I was blinded by one of those tac-light type flash lights that are supposed to disorient intruders... I stopped walking when I saw it. I'm lucky I didn't fall down. I'm handicapped and was stoned.

Apparently, before that, Ellen came down the fire stairs saying, "lets see what our neighbors are up to." She laughed when she saw Corey, and knocked on our next-door neighbor Mary's slider, but she didn't open the door. I guess Corey exchanged a few words with her "husband," Adam before he came inside.

I knocked on Mary's front door and asked her to text the b- to tell her if they flashed light into "my private residence" again, I would call the cops for invasion or privacy and harassment. I shouldn't have talked to Mary...I should have just called the cops then.

Next thing you know, one of their guests (who could barely stand up) decided to leave (because I had threatened to call the cops), and Corey said, "real smart... drive home s- faced." Which after more "conversation" led to Corey threatening to report him for DD.
Ellen, Adam, and another s- faced person came out, and there was a war of words and threats of violence on both sides until other people came out and drove those cars into the parking lot. They all came inside and I'm sure the drunk people left shortly after. We heard a little banging, but nothing else from them after that.

JUST WHAT I NEEDED... AN ESCALATION.
Why couldn't Corey just stay inside and ignore them? He was f'ing s- faced. That's why.

Corey never should have threatened to call the police on that guy. It's taken our feud to a whole new level now, so my anxiety will go up for sure.
And people like that don't fight fair, and usually not alone. They have plenty of scum bags friends, so now I have to worry about Corey getting jumped in the parking lot or something. Or them keying our car or smashing our windshield.
They can call the cops on us for.... I don't know what... but I don't care. We're not hiding drugs or guns like they are.

While I'm in the hospital, they will probably be loud because it will be Thanksgiving weekend. Corey will be dealing with my absence by getting super-drunk, and I won't be here to protect him from himself. So, I'll be laying in a hospital bed worrying about what's going on at home

The good news is that we've been hearing them talking about what sounds like them possibly moving, but when I went to drop the rent check off at the office, I asked Janet, and she said she hadn't heard anything about it.