I have to admit that, with my frustrated state lately, I have been happier these few days, probably because of the workers coming in regularly. Maybe I have found a reputable company outside my three workers, JP, JM, and DH. JP has been working for me for a year, this month of March now. We talked about it yesterday afternoon. She lost her husband from cancer a month earlier, in February 2022, and was looking for work. I can not believe a year has gone by between the two of us already. Even the five months of not being home myself have added to knowing JP. She and JM have taken precedence to know JP. Almost a year has come between us. JP is a hard worker.
I am at dialysis at 10 AM, getting dialyzed for the day. They need to only take 1.5 kilos out of me, which is a plus on my behalf. I am impressed and pleased. I will be out of the clinic between 12:45 and 1:00 PM today. Whoohoo!
I have seen all the shows regarding Monk, Pysch, and Drop Dead Diva. I watch 13 Reasons Why, Grimm, and CSI: Crime scene Investigation on Netflix and Hulu. I am getting all the shows. 13 Reasons Why is about sex, violence, and suicide among teenagers in high school. Sad but true these days. Even in the ’80s, suicide, violence, and sex were rampant in my high school days. Horrible. I even remember a middle school colleague who could not keep his hands off a girl or his penis in his pants. He was accused of molesting his wife’s children before he got divorced. He was a sick individual, and he put his hands on me and sucked on my breasts but never put his penis in my vagina. He had sex with a former neighbor when we lived at Teamster Manor/Burbank Plaza—I know, gross–yuck.
I am glad I do not live at Burbank Pkaza anymore. When I left, I spoke the truth on Facebook about some things, and I also do not talk to CD anymore. I do not know what happened there, but I believe that management told CD something that was not the truth, or because of her disability, she believed what was said to her. I do not want to say good riddance to CD, but I will say good riddance to the building and feel bad for anyone who moves into the building. I love where I live now, but that will change again. When is the only thing–time. It is a wait because of HUD. I do not want to move again. I have barely been in my apartment at GC because of my hospital and nursing home stints last year from July to November.
More later today when I have time alone at home. I have an hour and a half left to dialyze.
