Watching Final Fantasy
Yesterday and today have been slow. Luciene has been testing my patience, much as I imagine I tested my father’s. Amaris, of course, follows suit. She is testing all the limits, and she’s also checking the emotional one’s that Luciene never tried.
She has perfected the whine, the pout, and the lip tremble. I adore my daughter, and sometimes wish to punt her like I do the stupid dog. What’s this? Peta? Well, that dog crapped on my floor 3 times in less than 10 minutes, directly after she went outside.
Yeah, yeah…. I know… I wouldn’t actually do it. She probably needs to see a vet, and I pity her for that. I’m just sick of poop and pee everywhere. Dear Gods, She has more liquid in her than a beer truck before a frat party….
Kayla’s medications make her a lot happier, but I can already sense the anxiety that Effexor is known to bring on. Her jaw still hurts from the teeth being extracted, but the swelling is to the point where it is almost no longer visible. Pretty soon, she should be able to feel a lot less pain.
Called the VA today. Hoping to get a decision soon. Calling Social Security tomorrow and asking for further information, if they need it.
Lauren came over. Helped her out with filing for FMLA. Talked with Tarl on the phone, chatted with Monica for a bit.
No non-obvious hallucinations today. My home still seems to be a safe haven from myself. No complaints there.
Goodnight!