Snake in Every day scata

The damn snake is back and meaner than ever. I’m glad that I looked before trying to dead-head the roses. I knew he would be right where I step to take care of them. Fucker.

Went to the pharm to pick up my scrips to find out that my insurance is stupid and won’t allow the Lidocaine patches. So, you mean to tell me that you would rather me get hooked on Oxy than use a non narcotic topical pain relief? This is the reason why I am always fast to become the addict that lives in my soul. I try to avoid it, and can’t fucking avoid it.

My LFTs are still fucked up. They want to refer me to a GI specialist. I’m probably not going to go. My liver is shot, nothing I can really do about it except not take drugs that fuck up my liver. Nothing ever shows on US so I’m assuming it’s not cancer. With the family history it is always up in the air. I’m a DNR so what does it all matter anyways.

On a high note, I listened to the radio nice and loud on the way to town, and I sang at the top of my lungs the whole way. I need to go through the music library and see what else I can play here at home. Not having my Spotify is killing me.

Time seems to go too fast lately. I blink and it’s time to fix lunch, blink again and holy shit I need to make dinner. When did this start happening?