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Dreaming and smelly.

I really can't explain what was happening in it, but it was somehow really important.
It was just a dream, but I just had this feeling I needed to finish it.
Oh well, maybe tonight.

Both the teens are sick.
Barking like dogs all night, even with Nyquil.
Poor things.
I have to wake them before I go to be tense for an hour, and give them some more Tylenol.
I don't like them taking it when I'm not here, I like to make sure they only take 2 caps.
They know to only take 2, but in their sick and confused state, I don't want them accidentally taking more.

I need to get in the shower.
I actually thought to myself, what if I don't take a shower?
Hrm.
Would the massage therapist be so grossed out, that he'd cut the hour long session short so I could bolt free from it early?
Or would he just say something like "wow, you must be in so much pain today, taking a shower would have made you feel worse?"
I imagine that's what he'd say to me, he's like that.
I really hope this is the last one, but I have a feeling it's not.
So I need to finish this up, get in the shower, and shave the bits that will be viewable I suppose.

The other reason I want this over, is financial.
Between these hour long massage therapy sessions, my regular PT which has another 2 appointments to go, and regular doctor visits approximately every 2 weeks, I am so strapped for cash I'm ready to cry.
I simply can't afford to keep paying for therapy appointments on top of, regular appointments.
Yes, I only pay a co-pay, but man, it's still not been easy with 3 full appointments every week, and the smallest co-pay I make being $10, and the largest co-pay being $30.
This week has cost me $70.
Ouchie.
And I bust my ass to make money to cover these appointments, and I am still cutting it close today.
Thank goodness this is the last appointment this week, I am officially broke once I get home.
Well not totally broke, I have food money budgeted and set aside, but that is food money, not doctor money.
They cannot ever cut into the food budget.

Alrighty, I have officially rambled longer than i should have, gotta go!
Later days!


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