Only Child Houseguest

(Wednesday's entry) 

Doug's cousin has been here for a few days, the plan is that we're waiting for the aunt's car to be fixed. It overheated on Friday before the moving weekend, she managed to get it to a garage and they said they wouldn't be able to look at it until Monday. 

This is why Doug's been in the middle of moving things and people around America. It is almost like the fox, the hen, and the grain where you have to get them across the river without the fox eating the hen, the hen eating the grain. It is really very simple, but his aunt picked a place to live an hour away from where they were living, and we live an hour away in the opposite direction of where they were living. 

Somehow his cousin has not registered his own car online yet, maybe. I'm going to ask him about it today. You've been here four days. With internet. What's up with that? He may not know his plate number, he maybe tried, but we don't have any idea. Not exactly a man of action this one. 

He's been in our guest room, so I have nowhere to go when I wake up at 2-4 am and want to escape the dog bed-hog, and listen to a podcast. He doesn't check to see if anyone needs to use the bathroom before he goes in and showers or takes 25 minutes to do his business. He has asked to take our car so he can go buy himself lunch when first of all, there's a house full of food and second of all no, you're not on our insurance you may not have our car. He has the volume for notifications and the ringer on his phone and iPad cranked to 11. His phone rings all the time, with numbers he doesn't want to answer so he just lets it ring instead of hitting the fuck you button to stop the ringing. I've asked him to lower the volume. He did by a couple clicks, but. Not enough. 

I do not mind being hospitable, in fact I'm always nothing but hospitable. I open my doors to people all the time. Driving through DC to get to Florida? Please stop here for the night. Let me feed you. Take a shower. Clean fresh towels. Breakfast sandwiches from scratch. 

But having someone in the house who is an only child with only child tendencies combined with some personality quirks is wearing on my kind soul. I am ready for him to find his way out of my house. Time for you to begin your new life not near here. 

What I'm hoping is that the aunt's car is fixed today and my saint that he is husband will take the cousin, go get the car from the garage, and they can ride out west in 2 vehicles. Doug can unload all the stuff out of our car that belongs to the cousin that they rescued at the 11th hour the other day, and come home to me. 

Then, the cousin can figure out his registration/inspection situation like an adult, have his mom drive back East, and get the car from out front of their vacated condo where it is sitting. 

He said it needs a front end alignment and he doesn't want to drive it. Okay. Drive it as far as a garage and get it fixed. He will have to go to the DMV, change his address while he's at it. Do all the things. 

Speaking of doing all the things, I have a list. Gotta do those things for us, for me. Focus. 

Digits from Wednesday below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  No walk. 4700+ steps by bedtime. Completely unmotivated to do much other than the hourlies. 

blood glucose:

8am: 109
4:15pm: 92
10pm: 183

food & meds:
8am: phentermine+jardiance
11:45am: english muffin w/pb 
2:30pm: met+glip
5:15pm: ramekin mixed nuts
6:30pm: french bread pizza w/pepperoni
9pm: met+glip