I quit my job two weeks ago - couldn't physically do it any longer. Doctor says I can't work at all any longer but disability has been denied for four years now (still appealing) and he's not paying my bills, ya know? Anywho, the wife and I are on one salary now and it's significantly less than I was making and we were barely making it then (if you count having no running water or heat 'making it').

So, I traveled to the other side of the state to see if I could make some money doing something significantly easier on my body. Worked out okay but came back a day early when my wife's 7am call didn't come in and I couldn't reach her. Drove seven and a half hours to find her in a meth induced psychosis. She had been clean for two years.

Can't work here because the work is too physically demanding. Can't leave to go to work because she can't be left alone. Oh, did I mention she's on parole and a dirty UA equals life without the possibility of parole in her case?

Ah well, life goes on doesn't it? I share a life of turmoil with you.