Grump Central Archive: Week of 13 May 2018
Saturday, 19 May 2018
It's been raining for more than a week, exacerbating the oppressive feeling that my life is in the toilet. There's been no news on the latest problem, which is fueling stress the likes of which I've never known. I shake uncontrollably, I barely sleep, I drink more than I eat (yes, I know, that's not good, but ask me if I care, and it does help take the edge off a little), and since I already have hypertension, I'm sure my BP is dangerously high—it's so high I can hear the blood rushing in my ears almost constantly. In short, I'm a walking time bomb.
Friday, 18 May 2018
Yesterday was spent, once again, a) waiting to hear any news from my lawyer (there was none), and b) waiting for my car to get out of the shop. No, I didn't buy a lemon; it's simply old, and as I'm the fourth owner, I suspect it's seen more than its share of abuse. My car, as it happens, is a lot like me. In other news, regulars may notice I've taken down all of my editorial materials. It would seem my opinions have cost me a friend, so in order to avoid ruffling any more feathers, from now on I'm keeping my opinions to myself.
Thursday, 17 May 2018
It's back to radio silence. But this time with the twist of not knowing if I still own the property, instead of not knowing how much longer to wait until the deal closes. If I make it though the month alive, it'll be a miracle.
Wednesday, 16 May 2018
Lawyer refused to take my case. Wouldn't say why, but I suspect it was because he had a low level of confidence in a favorable outcome. Given his glowing reputation, it left me with the uneasy feeling of being totally screwed. And the weather—a solid week of rain—is not helping one bit.
Tuesday, 15 May 2018
Headed for an interview with the criminal lawyer today. Hope I can keep my shit together...
Monday, 14 May 2018
Scary times ahead as the task at hand is to get in touch with a criminal lawyer. I already have one lined up, so at least I don't need to go shopping. Meanwhile, the Sarcoid cough is back, which comes as no surprise since Sarcoidosis can be triggered by stress. And I'm more stressed now than I can remember.
Sunday, 13 May 2018
Raining again today, and it's predicted for much of the following week, and that's just fine—it suits my dismal mood. My gut is turning inside-out as the stress is eating me alive.