Granny is home from the hospital. Pawpaw is declining and slipping away. They increased his morphine dose. My asshat uncle is coming in to town to make all our lives hell this weekend. Ugh.

This is all too much. My Tummy is all upset. I’m worried about so many things. At least the bugs are gone and the radio stopped talking to me.

Oh and my husband is struggling and asked me to hide all our knives. So there that. I’ve removed all I can find in the apt and hidden them in my dresser.