2:30 a.m. The paramedics were here again. To get him off the floor and back into his bed.

I have reached the end of my rope. My back is killing me because, once again, I was just dumb enough to try to help him up.

Later during the day, he spent most of the day in bed, I discovered that he’d screwed up his pills. Taking too many of two of them. Now he’s down to where he only gets his pills when and as I give them to him.

Also I had to drag my poor neighbor out to get The Curmudgeon back into his bed for a third time.

Yep, I’m done. If I could figure out a way financially to get the fuck out of here, I’d be gone tomorrow.

As it is, I am stuck here for now.

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