Yesterday’s Rest

After reading about a particular ‘sleep song’ I’m almost worried about writing this part of my update. LOL  I actually slept from about 7:30pm until 8:40am this morning. I’m sorry Sherri, but it’s true, I slept that long. Because you must have justice, Mary Jane meowed several times and disturbed some of my peace. Alright, moving on…..

Yesterday started out like this …….I saw the doctor, sat with Betty for a bit then decided to go for a meal. When I left with Betty I stopped off to get the mail. In the box was a letter from the company where Nurse Borderline works welcoming me to the company and letting me know what an honor it is to serve me. I shook it off and walked away.

Betty and I went to a nice sit down dinner at a local Indian restaurant where I had my very first taste of Indian tea. We then stopped off at the local ‘foreigners market’ where I discovered imported Arabian teas and African teas. Next month I’m actually going to spend $12.99 on Kenyan tea which means that several people will be getting tea in the mail to taste. So Ya’ll will be tasting Arabian tea as well as Kenyan tea. (Insert happy dance).

Now, at this little store there were a bunch of Korean teas but I’ve got a South Korean ‘dealer’ so I won’t be buying those teas. Once you get set up with a good drug tea dealer you don’t start messing with others. You know how dealers can be. If they think you’re buying ‘product’ from someone else there could be trouble. So anyway……respect the product, respect the dealer and nobody gets hurt.

So anyway, I was gone for two hours tops. When I returned home I realized I didn’t have the little frog that hangs from the back of my medical backpack. That frog has my keys on it. I knew where I’d left them. Awhile ago I posted that when I first moved in this building it was respectable and peaceful but that it changed very quickly to one filled with ex-cons. Without exaggeration, I am the only non-ex-con on the property. In my building I say I’m the only one who is not a sex offender. My keys were being kept by the only person in this building who I’d ‘trust’ to keep them if found. Though the Drag Queen is not a sex offender, his boyfriend is. There is a long story behind that so please, I ask that you not assume the Queen is also an offender. I’m not putting the Queen’s story up here, I just ask that you not assume anything. Enough of that. Okay, so the sex offender bf doesn’t live here but he’s here a lot and was not here at the time the Queen had my keys.

I have to be EXTRA careful with my keys. I have to make sure I do not leave them in the door or in the mail box. I am overly medicated…..drugged at Betty likes to say…….and issues like this happen but in a building where people just stepped out of prison for very violent crimes against children and adults I need to be extra vigilant about where my keys are.

I know……….they could have made a key, blah, blah, on and on…….change your locks, panic, on and on.  No.

Yesterday was a day of feeling physically sick, in pain and exhausted yet I was happy. It was a good day, one I needed.

Faith