Anxiety

The main reason I go to the shrinkage or the Psychologist is very high anxiety. This causes acid reflux in me, which is currently very bad. So no peppers for me. Oh well.

I have been reading books on High Sensitivity, some say this also causes high anxiety. I think it does.

I always wonder why I can't be like others, those people that nothing seems to bother them. They shrug off stuff that would make me feel horrible. Things that would haunt me, some people do not even notice. I cannot understand that.

My IBS is about the same, my hives are about the same and my rosacea is about the same.

My mother has a dog walker. This guy that I am not sure of from which he came. He is older and his mom drives him around. Update: this is a week or so later, mom had to can the dog walker, he started getting too familiar. Asking for money out of turn, telling her he was making more elsewhere, shorting her on time. Well, we were discussing a nice way to get rid of him and the Florida Gov announced a lockdown and mom canned him on her own. Good woman.

I was going to volunteer at the Salvation Army food service then I investigated and it is recommended that with my Afib I do not get out and about. So I guess I will wait until this is easing up but I am really concerned about the homeless in this shit. No one is talking about them and they have to be the most vulnerable of us all. They have no where to shelter. They have no where to die. And no one is talking about this. Big Daddy says they are spraying the migrants in India down with bleach, and now just people on the street going for food are being sprayed with bleach. What have we become.

The Renovation From Hell

This is called a piece of plastic the crackhead drywall asshats left under the parlor cabinet by mistake. I say by mistake because those idiots were not supposed to move that cabinet without permission, tried to hide the fact that they did and got caught. I do like the word parlor.

So when I found all the fuck ups from the jerkwads I was just a little bit miffed. They also cracked a picture frame and chipped a vase. I sent pictures and an email describing the mess to Big Daddy. I sent them there because I am no longer speaking with the contractors. I am afraid if I speak to them I will be compelled to tell them just how worthless they are as workers, construction people, and human beings. I will also need to tell them they are the worst liars I have ever met. Not that the lies they tell are enormous, which of course they are, but that they are really bad at telling the lies. These people are so bad that if they told me I looked nice I would call the funeral home for an appointment.

So we hired these cretins to finish off the attic so we could move my mom into the house. This is because my SIL left her high and dry, also known as kicking her to the curb, and now my brother is living in her summer home and he is homeless, jobless and in every addiction program known to man. The job began the end of March and now, here, the almost middle of June has not completed the first inspections. And this has little to do with the fact the measurements were all wrong, the tub was the wrong size, the project manager is no longer allowed on site, the drywall sat out in the rain, the drywall could not be delivered, the entire floorplan changed overnight and Big Daddy had to take the final window measurements. Nope, it is all because they can't find their ass with both hands.

Well my anxiety level is higher than my head, my mom is stuck in Florida and needs a breast biopsy, she is covered with an ugly rash the doctors can't figure out and just today the head whacko said I do not need a sub-floor on the plank floor he ruined. Big Daddy is leaving me with these idiots to go to Mexico and the cat and I are not happy. 

Last of the Lily of the Valley.