This was supposed to be a nice, relaxing vacation away from… well, everything.

And then the state informed me that I had to set my oldest son’s disability and survivor’s benefits up for… well, adulthood, even though he’s going to continue to need me to manage his funds for him well into adulthood. It was right around that time that my epilepsy began worsening to the point where I couldn’t talk for longer and longer periods, and that’s when I knew I had to get checked out by the local hospital (again).

At this rate I’m going to need a break for the break I was supposed to get if any of you get me.