So, I took my husband to have a cat scan today. Emotions are running so high, I almost wish I were equipped with bar faucets, so I could turn the anger OFF. Or maybe I want to turn it ON enough to do something. I just don’t know.

Anyway, I’d sent him to the clinic Thursday, and after hearing that he was suffering from memory issues and erratic behavior the doc ordered a cat scan. She should have the results Monday. In the meantime… I’m still angry. Because you know what also happened Thursday? He got fired from his 15 hour a week, minimum wage job. For failing to show up. Again

Yeah. Cause if he ain’t sick, he sure is crazy.