I don't really want to scream; that'd hose my voice. I feel like I've got no time for me. I soooo would like to just pack up the car and go somewhere for a couple of weeks, but I can't afford to do that. I need income. I am spending all my time earning money to pay bills, fighting another damned sinus infection, and every day I see my dreams slipping further away.
Wednesday night I learned of an open mike. I wanted to go this past evening, but I was in no shape to do so. Between the sinus infection, my workload, and the sick puppy, there was no way I was going to get away. Warren's judgement is getting worse, too; he up-ended some leftovers, causing them to ooze onto the refrigerator shelf.
Not working is getting to him, but he's having more of his semi-seizures. He now feels pain in his head, but it's not what he'd call a "headache." Yesterday I saw him have one (he usually tries to hide them); his face got all waxy like a dead person's. It was frightening.
I need strength. I need my health back. I need a break.