But I can't stop the rain.

Brett's MRI was a bust. They didn't find anything. Now he has a appointment with an orthopedist Tuesday. If that doesn't work, it's off to a sports medicine doctor. I don't know where else from there. Where's House, when you need him? Of course he would run a bunch of expensive tests, but he might find out quicker than all these doctors.

Brett's already getting tired of seeing doctors. Can't say that I blame him, but we have to find out what's wrong with him. I'm afraid of him calling it quits because of money. He said he would rather limp around in pain for the rest of his life, instead of draining our money to were we couldn't get a house. That kind of shocked me. I didn't know he felt that way. Then I wondered if it was because of me. I started re-evaluating my priorities. Was a farm more important than stopping him from being pain. If it took all my savings I would give it to make him better. We would work something out from there. He is more important to me than a farm or a house.

This whole thing is really starting to wear on him, along with all the other crap that's been happening. I feel sorry for him. I wish there was something I could do to make it all better, but I can't. I feel bad having him walking around looking at houses tonight, but it seems that he's going to still be in pain for awhile so putting it off isn't going to help. I just hope we have a good night, then we can go home and he can get off his leg by laying in the Steiner Recliner and surf the net on Lappy Gilmore, his new laptop. He's having to walk with a cane now. It's like I've got my own fuzzy House hobbling around.

That's all for now. Laters! Savvy?

-Aislin

The Real Folk Blues

Search for that song online. It's Cowboy Bebop's ending theme. You don't have to speak the language to get the feel of the song.

Yep that's how a feel right now. Becks is still not making good, we ended up getting stuck between them and the dealership. Stressed beyond belief, I called the Wookie. He fixes cars, more as a hobby than anything, but I trust him to know more about cars than I do. After a short explanation of what our current problem is. A fuel filter. After a question and answer session, he told us to trust the dealership. They are less likely to screw us over and know the most about the car. So we are back where we started. I doubt we will get any money back from Becks, but I'm tired of being jerked around and our savings drained due to sheer greed and stupidity.

Now comes ass rape number 2. Our insurance went up $30, along with a doubling of the copay amount. How much farther do they want me to bend over? *sigh* I did add Aflac's Cancer coverage. To keep us from another possible screwing, because if we don't have it, one of us would probably get it just out of the world's mere spite of us.

I know I sound bitter, but I'm tried of getting pushed down in the mud and kicked while I'm down. It's stressing Brett out too. We just got him to where he was feeling better and now he's stressing about all of this. He feels bad and keeps apologizing that I have to give up money for his car. He still thinks our savings is my savings. Yes it's in my account, but it's there for emergencies. I just would like for it not to be gone by the time we get a house.

Speaking of houses. We really can't skirt the edge on mortgage payments now that our pay has been fleeced by insurance. So our slim options are even slimmer.

He head honcho is going to be in town Tuesday and she wants me to work on my energy. Even my boss isn't clear on what that means. I sure hope she doesn't fire me because she doesn't like me. That will probably be the the straw that breaks the camel's back. Looks like I'm going to have to turn myself into a totally different person for the day. I hope I can make it through.

Well I'm going to get to cleaning up. She doesn't like the front area messy. Laters! Savvy?

-Aislin