I started walking regular about 5 days ago. M says let's go get some clothes. No problem. We drive an hour to JCPenney because we live in the sticks. I find some pants and shirts and I'm limping back and forth to the fitting room.

No problem. At least it should be. Except my left shoulder said f*** you. What the f***?

I dislocate occasionally and it pops in and it hurts but this isn't that. This is a tiny little partial dislocation. It just hurts but there's nothing to shove back in, it's just slightly out of position. Trying on shirts is difficult because I can't raise my arm more than an inch or so. But I get through the day. And then it gets worse.

When I baby it and lay it against my stomach after a few minutes my hand goes numb so obviously there's nerve impingement somewhere. I hate my f****** body.

My insurance is going to end 30 days. And M got fired and there's no new insurance on the horizon. I might have to plead poor and see what the state will give me. There is nothing a doctor can do for me in under 30 days and it will cost me a boatload anyway. So I'll put it in a sling and baby it and see if it gets better in a month or two.

Sleep sucks. There's no way to avoid a searing wake up call when I roll. Maybe when the sling shows up tomorrow I'll strap it tight and be able to sleep without fear.

I owe historical taxes. Obamacare shows up as a tax subsidy and is immediately taken away. I haven't had a job in years so they aren't going after me actively since I have nothing to give them. When I die the feds will get the money out of the house.

Don't worry, I jumped the gun on the whine fest. As of this morning I can lift my arm. My body sucks but it seems the specific suckage is temporary as it moves from bit to bit. An ankle can go for 10 months and a shoulder can go for a week. I never know what to expect next or for how long.

Due to the erratic nature of my symptoms, I was denied disability.

I just emptied the dishwasher and cleaned up without problem. I am not useless as of the moment.

I can walk now. A week ago I couldn't. I limped then because the broken foot hurt so bad. But not anymore.

Today's guests left happy. A couple rented downstairs before and after their wedding. I am a destination.

They sent me a great text on the way out and said how happy they were. I am very proud to be part of that critical moment in their life. They will be back just because it's comfy and fun here.

When people leave I go downstairs. I start the dishwasher if they didn't, these people did. I strip the beds and grab the towels and bathroom mats. Including the mat in the shower. That all goes into a hot wash. I double check to close the windows and then I initiate the 2-hour ozone cycle.

It always interests me when people make the bed. The first thing I do is grab all the linens so a made bed is a pain in the ass. But it makes them feel good so I don't tell them not to do it.

We had a couple of crazies. A pair of women did not like me. I asked them if they plan on using the swim spa. I do this to everyone. Because I have to explain the controls to them. People have accidentally turned off the heater and then posted the spa was cold. So I have to anticipate this and stop them and educate them. This pair of women told me they were not going to use the swim spa. They were too busy and going to have too much fun. Fine. I backed off. These women posted I was a sketchy individual and they couldn't find the swim spa and then told Airbnb that the windows were dirty and that's why they didn't stay and cost us the money that they should have been paying. The windows are covered with pretty flowery vinyl to give them both light and privacy. They then posted a nasty review about not even being able to find the swim spa. Those m************!

So I just have to kick back and do my chant. Ohhhmmmmm.... And then I get to enjoy the next 10 reviews because everyone else loves me. Those bastards.