I don’t exactly identify as a vampire, but some nights, it’s very difficult to sleep, as I can’t shut my brain off.
As far as the agency is concerned, I don’t trust that smarmy sob as far as I can throw him. He was still harping on “flexibility,” and when he gets here, I will tell him again that I am the one with the disability, and he is disrespecting me AND the disease by expecting me to act “normal.” I think he deals with mostly seniors who are still somewhat capable. He is beginning to irk me.
Well, unnngh.
Back from the gym. Then we shower, lunch, and on and on. I could use a couple of days of Bill’s lifestyle ...