And I'm still upset about it. I REALLY wanted to go camping. Although I am finally undertanding the phrase "Pay a lot of money to live like you're homeless": Campsites at Milo are $53 A NIGHT. The yurt and cabin on the coast are as much as a hotel room. Damn. I mean if a bunch of people are splittong it its not that huge a deal, but if Chloe and I went by ourselves? We couldn't do it. Not on our current income anyway. It sucks.
I always thought I'd have more time to save for retirement. Here I am, retired, and I'm still barely scraping by. Ok, so I got kidney disease, that didn't help. If I hadn't, I'd still be working. I need to start thinking about how to take care of myself when I can't anymore. :( No. Maybe not yet. Kinda don't want to think about it right now.
Had a rough night and day. Overslept, was late to dialysis. Karaoke was great at first then died at like 10pm. Still made $158, which made up for it. Didn't go to sleep until about 1:30, was supposed to get up at 445, worke up at 615. Then I had to rush home from dialysis and take Chloe to the clinic before they closed, wound up bleeding all over. After the clinic, took Chloe to the studio, and she was very understanding about me having a "red" day and sent me home to nap. Red as in our daily gauge, not red as in blood, lol. Now I've napped, I have a Pride volunteer meeting at 6, then head down to the studio. Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe.
Ok, I have an hour to kill, maybe I should eat something.
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