Saturday

It’s been a busy week with the migration project I am working on.  The days pretty well flew by this week.  Unfortunately, yesterday the bottom fell out of the nice ride I had with quiet from my boss.  A matter came to light and he blames me, this is a legal matter so I can’t say a whole lot here.  I don’t mean to be secretive on purpose it’s just since it’s a legal matter I am limited on what I can disclose.  Anyway, what we uncovered was evidence that we thought didn’t exist.  It’s not only going to make us look bad but if there is anything useful there it could work to our detriment.  Monday is when we are supposed to talk.  I’m not exactly sure what will happen or if in fact we will talk.  He said something that scared the hell out of me.  What?  Have a nice weekend.  I’ve never ever heard those words from him.  I am going on the assumption that my job is on the rocks again, just because this is a crazy bastard that I work for. 

On the home front I had to shell out money for a home appraisal and that is taking a lot of money out of my pocket.  If this loan doesn’t go through I am just out the money, no recourse to recover it.  The cost of doing business as they say.

I have a couple issues here at home that I am trying to work with.  One of which is surface mold and I have managed to make myself ill over trying to combat it.  I’ve got a friend coming over to take a look and see if we can’t form some plans to combat that as well as my late partners bathroom.  He had a new tub put in and they ripped out part of the wall, it’s open and exposed.  Not exactly sure that and the mold won’t kill the inspection.

This whole death thing and cleaning up the aftermath has me emotionally and physically exhausted.  I am close to throwing up my hands and saying fuck it all.

Found out that BLU still sprays this morning.  He went in the kitchen.  First time all week.  I hope to hell that it stops after the hormones get flushed out of his system.  That was part of the reason why he had the operation.

I’ve got dinner plans with some other friends so today should have some fun to it. 

My closest friend called me earlier this week, she even used face time to try to reach me.  That told me something was up.  I was in the middle of my work day and couldn’t just top.  Things were too crazy.  So I called her when I got out.  I’ve been late in leaving every night.  Anyway, she made idle chit chat. I kept saying what's wrong or what did you need.  I could sense there was something there.  I picked at it and she kept changing the subject.  Finally she told me, she was in the hospital she had a stroke.  I said that’s nothing to joke about but she assured me she wasn’t joking.  She has lost her vision to the degree that everything is blurry – she can’t work and she can’t drive.  Outside of that there are no major side effects of the stroke.  It apparently happened over the course of a month and she kept getting massive headaches as well as experiencing vision problems.  She never told me.  Then when I asked her which hospital she was in she tells me, I wanted to just weep.   We have 2 major stroke centers in our area and she was at the worst hospital with no stroke center.  She got sub-standard care in my opinion.  She called yesterday to tell me she was discharged, which really shocked me.  She should be in the hospital where she can be monitored but again sub standard care. 

Need to run.  Talk again soon!