Wednesday PT day and lucky me, I got M again. Her deep tissue massages are just evil! It’s just before midnight as I type this and I am still hurting. We started on my R knee today too. That wasn’t bad. My R shoulder actually feels very bruised, but nothing visible. It must be a real hot mess on the inside for my bicep, tricep, and top of my shoulder to be so painful.
Glad I had PT today and was away from the house for a couple of hours. Somehow my house became the drop off and b**ch point, then pick up and b**ch point for my father in law’s truck. My wife’s younger sister had been borrowing it for the last several years and trashing it inside and out. She’s angry because now she doesn’t have a vehicle to drive to work. (Her fiancé has a car, doesn’t work, and I don’t think has ever let her drive it.) They left after much b**ching and yelling, then her dad and brother came to pick up the truck. More b**ching and yelling about the condition. We have absolutely nothing to do with this entire fiasco, but it has to happen at my house? Even if I didn’t have PT I would have left for several hours. I have enough stress, I don’t need their stress on top of mine. I have nothing to do with this.
Nutjob tested negative for the coronavirus, so protocol was thrown out the window and she went to day program Wednesday. At least she’s not up in my daughter’s grill.
I was informed today that my wife’s brother is backpedaling on giving her his SUV. Perfect timing because the Pilot is acting up. My wife says it’s hesitating on acceleration at 20-25mph. Not happy!!! I’m going to have to take it for a spin, and I’m sure I’ll have to take it to the auto parts store to check if there are any codes. I’ve told her to do this, but...not gonna go there.
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