Tuesday's just as bad

 

         TUESDAY 5/17/22 11:16AM-- someone is coming here to give me some sort of check-up. I don't think they represent UHC, but I might be wrong about that. Whoever it is, they're supposed to be here between Noon and 4PM. The sooner they get here, the sooner they'll be gone.
 11:45AM--I'm nervous about the upcoming exam. As if I didn't already have enough to worry about, right? I've got bills I think need to be paid; I wanna be alone when I do it, and unless Dianne goes upstairs to work, I won't be.
1:41PM--whoever's coming to examine me should be here shortly...how long will the exam take? I have no idea, but I hope to be trying for a nap before three o'clock.
2:56PM--the exam is over, the young woman just left...I guess I'm in worse shape than I thought. I MIGHT have a mini pizza for dinner.
3:35PM--or not...the last thing I wanna do is ask Dianne to help me cook anything...so tonight I'll have the Fettucine Alfredo, THAT I know how to cook. Just stick it in the microwave...
6:28PM--I TRIED to catch a little nap, but it didn't happen, so I went to run some errands, including a teeny bit of grocery shopping for ME. In addition to the cheese doo-dads, I got my own box of Cheese-its. And I picked up HER grocery order. Plus, I honored her request to buy her a present--not a card or food or flowers...I should have MY dinner soon; eventually going to her Office to watch ST-TOS at Eight o'clock.
7:08PM--still not used to ME TV being unavailable...still (as far as *I* know) unable to get it back somehow...
  I knew it would happen eventually--I've maxed out my Capitol One Credit Card. I dunno what I'm supposed to do, dunno how to do it. Pretty sure I'm gonna have to sell my Telecaster, soon. Not sure how to do that either.
10:28PM--like it or not, I'm accompanying Dianne when she takes Alvin to the Doctor's, around Noon. It turns out Alvin is having problems not unlike my own, only worse. It may be a look into my near future; I'd rather skip that, frankly.
11PM--I dunno if I'll get any sleep this early, but I don't feel like waiting until Midnight either. A dilemma for sure...

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