I have an appointment on Tuesday with him. The current stressful situation passes on Tuesday too. I'm going to ask him about the pantry because I can't live off box Mac and cheese, ramen, and French toast sticks. I'm not eating chicken and my food list is getting real small. Like that's my list currently. I haven't even bothered to get milk because it goes bad. I'm just going to see what he says about the heart abnormalities. We want to change my meds anyway because I'm depressed. But we'll see the options. Maybe zyprexa was a better match for me made me sleep but whatever. I was up and around. I hate inspections. It makes me feel my house isn't mine. Usually I stay in the room and not talk but this time I'll be outside in the NE with my dog because they want access to all the rooms and my dog will be doing what she's trained to do which is bark at strangers in the house. I don't want to answer questions or anything.. I just hate this.