Last night was a little bit better for sleeping, but not much... I don't know why my knee hurts more when I'm laying down, that makes no sense to me whatsoever. I did stay in bed pretty late, though, somewhere around 11:00, I think that it was. Brian was here this weekend, but I didn't see much of him, he spent most of the time over at Matt or Andy's. Kim and Karen went out shopping and Karen brought me back dome licorice... I haven't really told her that I shouldn't be eating it, but I finally did today. Another pleasure that I have to give up, just to keep my damned heart beating. Whilst eating some of said licorice, I felt something crunch under my right front tooth, and it's kinda wiggly, but not *really* loose. It does hurt, though. I think that what I did was break something under the gum line, probably either where the fake tooth fits onto the root or I actually broke the root loose in the socket. Either way, it hurts, and I have the feeling that it will hurt more when I find out what the dentist wants to do about it. I know that I've touched on how I feel about dentists before, so I won't go into all of that again.... Tomorrow, Karen and I are meeting with a financial guy about her retirement, figger out if it's feasible right now. Some way or another, probably from guilt, Karen thinks that I'm against her retiring, and I'm really all for it... if we can afford it. So tomorrow we will More financial pressure, this time from the mortgage company that I was working with before my own *&#^% hospital decided to sue me... well, not pressure, but they took it upon themselves to go ahead and do all of the work. Which is really nice, they will get all of the records that they need with our signatures, they've already done the credit research, and we're OK on that... it's almost a done deal (saving us about 6%!) and I haven't even had to do anything. Of course, it's good for them, they'll get the money instead of somebody somewhere in Florida... and we'll save about $400 a month. Karen was in a panic earlier, she needed her Social Security statement from the first of the year... and she found it, right where she thought it was! Some people just get lucky sometimes. Not me, other people. When I lose something, it stays lost. That was the only think that I really ever liked about living alone... everything stayed where I put it, I never lost anything. Other than that, living alone pretty much sucked. Actually, it was much better'n living with my first wife. Living with Karen is mostly fun, but no, things don't stay where I put them.
find out. She has to let BC/BS know tomorrow if she's going to do it, so the pressure is on.