So, I started the week with non-stop diarrhea and gagging. (Pedylate did not help.) Moved into massive phone calls from my old neighborhood in Eureka to let me know Betty’s house had caught on fire. Opps. Betty died and the house was sold for a LOT of money. Long story short: my house was fine.
Why does this matter to me? I am still on the mortgage and the title to that house.
So, of course, I quietly inquire about Jack. Does he have a job? Is he losing the house? …. My neighbors answer, basically “everything is good.”
So I open a USAA credit card — lol. It is only my second one. I never should have dropped my discover card balance from $40k to $5k.
All well. LIve and learn.
I still have no appetite, but I have my psychologist and psychiatrist next week.
I also started taking omeprazole daily. It works. I can eat spicy food and food with a small amount of tomato paste. It has a funny effect on me. When I wake up, I start hiccuping.