No Privacy

Oh wel, it was a couple of days of feeling like I had my own space. but it's his house, his living rooms, his TVs, and there's no room for mine. No boundaries, no privacy, it runs in the family. Obviously the details will be venting tonight. Meanwhile, I sat way too much today after the first four hours at work. Working an 11 hour day, that's a lot of sitting. The pain is not as bad as it has been. but the menthol anesthetic is disguising it, so I may be giving myself cancer or some sort of death. He wanted food, I don't, I must not eat, I must give my bowels rest. He went out for Chinese, ouch.

I should go to bed early.

Narf.