If I’m Not There, You Aren’t Either in 2024

If you are ever in doubt or need reassurance as to how…unattractive you actually are, get a camera for your home.
Oh holy hell!
I ordered a camera….Sunday (?) for the apartment. It came yesterday along with our new set of knives. I’ll have to remember to take a photo. So excited about cutting utensils.
Anywho, Dana got home late, per the usual this week, last night and we ended up just eating and going to bed.
Since I was up at 4am, I decided to set the camera up. It’s not mounted or anything yet but man, there was some old hag sitting on my couch and wandering through our apartment.
It was me.
I am old hag.
It was funny and sad at the same time.

Why for the sudden home security? Why so paranoid? Why didn’t this happen when Eric and I were married?
Eric was SUPER paranoid. Like super, super paranoid. I’m not sure why we never got home cameras. I remember talking about it, but like most things in that marriage, all it was was talk. Nothing ever came of it.
But anyway, no need to go down that rabbit hole.

The week before last, I sat down to refill my medicine container. I reached for my bag of pills and it wasn’t on the table. It, then, hit me that the last time I filled the container I put my “stock” away somewhere safe.
Very safe.
Like, so safe that it wasn’t in the apartment.
I tore the apartment up looking for them. I even had Dana look in the high places that I couldn’t see. Like the top of the refrigerator.
For three days I looked for the pills.
Nothing.

Enter my paranoia. I know that the maintenance guy comes into my apartment while I’m not there. People have seen him. I have come home and things were just…off in the apartment.
My question is this: would he steal my medication and why? There is nothing that can get a person high in that bag.

Second, I was talking to a neighbor that’s been in that complex for 20-ish years. I brought up my medicine. She informed me that the lady two doors down goes into peoples apartments and rummages through their stuff. She caught her stealing pain meds from her.
Now, yes, I leave my front and backdoor unlocked. Dana’s key doesn’t work and mine is so worn down that I can’t get a copy made, I’ve tried.
Besides, I live in small, farm town USA. No one locks their doors.
I fully accept that if she came in while I was gone and stole my medicine, it’s my fault. However, if she or the maintenance man did come into my apartment, shouldn’t they be held accountable for their actions? I think so.
Plus…stay the fuck out of my apartment! Is that too much to ask? I pay rent, it’s my home for now, respect that. It’s bad enough they expect us to “ask permission” before having over night guests.
Um, no.
Anywho, now I have a camera so if anything else goes missing, I can prove I’m not crazy.
Dana leaves Sunday for Nebraska. While he is gone I will lock my doors because I don’t have to worry about locking him out.

I know there was something else I wanted to write about.
Hmmm… maybe it will come to me in the middle of the night.