On Tuesday, I finally moved out of the Assisted Living facility. I moved to an apartment not very far away. Actually, the apartment was smaller than I first thought, it is very crowded with the furniture I bought. Teddy is getting adjusted, but still misses his Aunties. Auntie Kim stopped by on Wednesday to bring the'baby' some treats and take him for a walk, he was so exited to see her, and so was I. I did run out of my seizure presciption and was just starting to have some minor seizures, but actually the worst part was my left hand became almost useless, I could not even hold Teddy's leash. He is adapting fairly well. He found a girlfriend, a 2 year old chihuahua, and they are having fun playing. there are some nice people here, I met one woman from England that actually went to, much less heard of the small Air Force base I was stationed at (RAF Chicksands). The apartment is still a mess, but I am working on it.

I did pretty much said enough is enough and told my sister off, I really let her have it. That damn woman sees only what she wants to see, she can only see past the end of her nose. Really, the only reason the rest of my 'family' is talking to me is because they are convinced I am still mentaly ill, it is bryond their comprehension that I am not seeing a counselor because of my ' problem. I am just praying my shrink can get some justice for me.