the realtor problem continues

I'm still trying to get realtor Todd Jilot out of my condo.  Freezing my account and moving my money was working for a while but now he's trying something new. This a past week,  out of the blue, he put $400 into my bank account.  It's not time for rent payments and that is much less than what I'm due. 

I will try to phone him about that on Monday after I speak to the forensic accountant that a friend referred me to. 

anxiety

MonsterMustDie put off dealing with his prostate cancer until surgery, which would have been the fast one-and-done solution, is no longer an option. I am furious with him for avoiding everything out of his fear of surgery. Now the cancer is trying to spread and the only viable option is the 24-month course of hormone-suppression/chemo and, ultimately, radiation treatments. It's especially bad because this is also a treatment that might make his memory decline even faster.

All I do is worry and I can't seem to shut off my anxiety. It impairs my own ability to function, to sleep, to focus on everything else that I should already be dealing with like getting the con-man who is supposed to be managing my condo in Atlanta out of it. I froze my bank account so he stopped taking money out of it. Now, he can only deposit money but he's still screwed up my taxes, claiming I made much more than he paid me. It's become apparent I can no longer manage taking care of my condo long-distance like I have been. I need to sell it, once this realtor is gone from my life, and put the money in a CD of some sort.

I need to learn what I have to do to file for Social Security and Medicare this year. What to do and what not to do. How does it work? There's no one here to help me with that, except Karen, and she doesn't have time between teaching college again and traveling out of the country.

I really need help with all of these things.

sleep issues with an old man in the house

MonsterMustDie woke up at 4:00AM today. Then he made coffee and crept around the house before settling in front of his computer. Inevitably, despite his attempts to be quiet, the sounds in the house and the smell of fresh coffee woke me up. I checked on him and went back to bed, pulling the sheet over my head and I refused to get up until the alarm went on at 7:00AM. Three hours sleep robbed from me and, although I know it's nothing he can control about himself, I reserve the right to be disgruntled.

Good Morning

I woke up feeling well this morning. No neck or back ache. No head ache. I don't know why. Yesterday, we went to breakfast at First Watch, where I had the Healthy Turkey omelet. MonsterMustDie had the Avocado Toast. We both had Kale Tonics and MonsterMustDie finished with a Bloody Mary before we left. We spent most of the day doing light yard work. Even though he said he was finished adding to the landscape, he continues to add new plants that he buys. We ended up arguing over the placement of what will be a very large shrub that he bought this week. I told him to just stick it in the ground anywhere he wanted to and asked him to please never ask me again where or what to do because he always has already decided what and where to put things. He has an annoying habit of insisting on me agreeing to whatever he likes even when I hate it or I foresee inevitable problems with his decisions. He won't stop until I say it's a great idea and I'm thrilled with it. This happens with everything here. Dinner last night was Swedish meatballs and gravy, purchased frozen from IKEA, along with wild rice, as the starch, and sauteed fresh yellow squash and onions. After dinner, we watched an episode of Picard season 2 while I finished the night with a Dowager Countess cocktail. It was a pretty good day.

Healthy Turkey Omelet  with Kale Tonic

this week and today

 Wednesday, Valentines Day, we re-watched WereWolf by Night on Disney, which I enjoyed. I gave MonsterMustDie a Wednesday Valentine card. He gave me flowers. Then we had our weekly Zoom visit with with Brian and Laura. 

Thursday was a long day working on my feet at the dress shop. They scheduled me 9:30AM to 5:00PM and I stayed an extra hour because someone didn't show up for work but they released me at 6:00PM after shuffling a few people around. I was tired so I went to bed early. Woke up for a while during the night but I was able to go back to sleep. 

Today was the 3-doctor consultation at Duke Cancer Center at 8:00 AM.  I kept saying we should  be on the road by 6:00 at the latest.  MonsterMustDie kept insisting that, because the navigation app said the trip was just over one hour, we could wait until after 6:30. Guess who was correct because the other person refused to count on time to park or morning traffic or their requests to arrive early  for paperwork or just finding the correct office. We pulled up hot at 8:00 and I let him out at the front door before I went on to park and walk back. 

Afterwards,  we had lunch at Blue Corn Cafe. Quite tasty,  in a feminine environment. 

how I am

It's a lot of different things going on. I guess we are ok for now. I am entering my constant tax anxiety that happens every year until my income taxes are filed and paid. We will, hopefully, be able to make a treatment plan for MonsterMustDie's prostate cancer after his appointment at Duke on Friday. His memory is getting worse but that's a very slow process. If he could stay in good spirits and find a way to be less angry, that would help me a lot. He really isn't aware of how much he forgets and he refuses to talk about it or get any sort of testing or professional advice about it. He simply will not deal with it and now, with his cancer diagnosis, is not the time to put that at the top of the list. It looks like I am stuck with the realtor who is managing my condo for now because it will cost a lot to get rid of him. Meanwhile, to deal with him, I've had to move all of my money and freeze that bank account to keep him out of it. He's claiming my condo made over $8700 in the 6 months he managed it even though my bank records assure me he's only put in a little over $3400 in my account. Most of that was after I froze the account so he couldn't keep sucking the money back out. I don't think I can keep trying to manage my place in Atlanta long distance any more unless this works out eventually. I have always considered my condo to be my lifeline back to Atlanta. I still can't find a full-time job. I make less money now since I don't have the income from the condo. I still don't have any health insurance. Otherwise, I'm fine. I'm healthy and I have shelter, a car, and a cell phone and that's all I really need for now.

consciousness

I really don't seem to pay attention to anything around me anymore. I think I'm spending too much time inside myself. When I'm not worrying about things I feel helpless about, I'm just going through the moves without looking at anyone or giving anything much thought.

adventures in retail

I spend a lot of time in my isolated corner of the dress shop looking at what customers are wearing. 

12-19-2023

I saw a man wearing a t-shirt with a grey & black US flag on the front saying "Live Free" and the words on back say "The final variant is communism".

I have no idea what that means.  

A couple of days later, I saw a T-shirt featuring the US black variant with a blue stripe that said "they shall be known as the children of God." 

dealing with doctors

MonsterMustDie had his second meeting with his doctor. I brought my notebook to write thing's down. 

I was not going to try to shake his doctor's hand or even speak to him at all after last visit's limp handshake until he came up to me and held out his hand to me. I reached out and got another limp hand from the doctor and no eye contact. He might as well have asked me to pull his finger, as how stupid it made me feel to try to shake his hand. 

The good news from last week's PET scan is the cancer has not spread outside the prostate. 

Then, his doctor gave us two options, speaking rapidly,  that he could do surgery, which has a small chance of permanent incontinence but can also be followed with radiation if necessary or do radiation, which might not work and is very difficult or impossible to follow with surgery. Then he wanted to schedule surgery while MonsterMustDie was still trying to understand what he said.  Instead,  he opted to have a consultation with the radiologist before making a decision.  We go back in four weeks.  

tests

MonsterMustDie had a PET scan this afternoon.  The medical facility he went to was, conveniently, just a few blocks up the street.  They might have results by tomorrow but he'd rather wait until his next doctor's appointment to know anything.  

Strange night at the dress shop. The cold seems to have driven the crazies from the sidewalk into the store and there's hardly any customers here tonight. 

bleeding sinuses

This is kinda icky but it's so weird,  I want to share. 

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Two days ago, I had the first nosebleed I ever had as an adult. I was at work so I stuffed tissue up my nostril and put on a face mask to cover it for the rest of my shift. 

Just now, I sniffed and felt like there was a glob of mucus in my throat and went into the bathroom and spit out a huge glob of congealed blood.  

Now my mouth and throat taste like iron. I find this very disturbing but MonsterMustDie says I'm over-reacting. 

Winter Solstice 2023

MonsterMustDie had his first oncologist appointment in the afternoon. We waited 45 minutes for a 5 minute visit. The doctor came in, gave us a limp handshake, and simply said he was ordering a PET scan and he would see him again in three weeks if the scan was done and he had results to look at. His cancer is rated at Gleason 8 and PSA level 7.  

We had friends and neighbors at the house for Winter Solstice in the evening. Michael and Marcia could not come because Michael's back in chemo for #5-leukemia. 

Bob & Karen came and were a huge help in layout and cleanup for the gathering. 

My brother Jeffery and sister-in-law Robyn came all the way from Charlottesville, Virginia to be with us that night. They stayed at the Adams Inn on my recommendation and we had breakfast with them this morning before they headed back home. 

When we got home and were coming in, the PET lab called and set up his appointment for the afternoon of January 3. It was good to get that on the schedule and be one step closer to dealing with this health crisis in whatever way we need to. 

I worked the afternoon at the dress shop. I almost forgot to go. I lost track of the days and my schedule. I made it back home from work by 6:33pm to find MonsterMustDie already in bed for the night.  

life

Yesterday, MonsterMustDie announced to friends on Facebook that he has prostate cancer. We know nothing yet about his condition other than the first basic diagnosis.  He has his first appointment with an oncologist on Thursday. 

I work early Thursday morning.  After work,  I'm planning to go with him to his appointment in the afternoon. 

That evening is our Winter Solstice party,  which I would have never planned if he had told me when his appointment was. He forgot or got the week wrong,  so he didn't tell me the date until this weekend after invitations had already gone out. 

My hope is the party will be a distraction from our troubles and that everything doesn't go down in flames. 

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Sight of the day is a man wearing a t-shirt with a grey & black flag on the front saying "Live Free" and the words on back say "The final variant is communism".
I have no idea what that means.  

still working it out

There was some progress made with my ongoing troubles at my condo in Atlanta. On Friday, December 1, I met with a Senior Banker and transferred all but $0.69 from my original account into an entirely new account. The old account is still active, frozen, and I am told that my property manager/realtor can make payments to that frozen account but no one can make any withdrawals from it while it is frozen. I hope that solves the problem. 

The other good news is that the last withdrawal by him of $2,486.00 was successfully caught and blocked after all, according to my bank. 

I am still worried about what he is going to do to me at tax time if he claims I made a lot more money than I did. I am afraid he can put anything he likes on my W9 for my condo. I know nothing about what companies can or can’t do with tax forms. 

I probably need an attorney. 

I definitely need a new property manager.