Woke up today to terror. The man's face is contorted with anger and fear...again. He's been consulting Dr. Google today about his foot. It's broken. It's not healing. He is shaking his head and imagining the infection that leads to life long disability.
[Probably, we won't make it out of this US hell hole in 4 months.]
Did he raise his foot when he first got hurt? No, because I suggested it too strongly and it made his foot cold. Dumb fuck. Fluids collect and create infections. No, he'd rather buy a bone stimulator recommended (by Dr. Google) for foot injuries. Dumb fuck.
What an ass of a man I've chosen to live with. His only purpose was to get me out of this country. Now he's a lame beast with mental problems. Any attempt by myself to help is deemed aggressive or foolish. So screw him, my give-a-shit is broken.
Have to walk The Hound, out there in the bright clean sunshine, celebrating the pride of winning by stepping out.
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