Ready to hang it up

Laurie’s in the hospital, recovering from another series of pulmonary embolli. She had a surgery today to insert some weird-looking kind of filter.

The day before she went into the hospital, we had an argument that got violent. First time since way early in our marriage that I have been violent with her. I wanted to file for divorce, because I felt that if I had crossed that line, I might not be able to UNcross it. She talked me out of that. We’ve gotten along really well while she’s been in the hospital.

Earlier, Hunter, my nephew, got hold of one of my e-cigs while I was out of my room. I walked in just in time to see him taking a long drag. It didn’t occur to me to tell his mother immediately, because I FORGOT nicotine is a poison. She’s telling everyone I "let him" get hold of it. Ok, why was he in my room when I wasn’t, in the first place? WHOSE son is he? But anyway…

I am so tempted to swallow several bottles of pills, while there is no one here to stop me. It would be a solution, but probably not a good one. Do I care? I really don’t know. But I’ll probably live. I always have, so far.