Getting so nervous lately with going to treatment. keep thinking I should have picked a shorter one. I know all this worrying is useless, but I can't help it. Work I find is pretty stressfull. Paul gets me jumping from place to place so much that it's hard to do a job right. After when I see things that should have been fixed, I feel like I didn't do it properly. That bugs me a lot. my arm has been bothering me quit a bit too. I fell off a ladder over a year ago and messed up the rotater cuff. Hurt for awhile, but then didn't bother me much, but since I've been painting, it's started hurting. I use my shoulders a lot. I notice I don't have as much strength in it, but I come from the old school where you just work anyway. For work I get by alright, but if I sleep on that side at night I can't stay long on it. I think all the work has swollen it a bit. Going to haver to see the Dr about that some time. Lot of good that will do tho. All he'll do is tell me what I know. He knows about my addictions, so he won't give me anything for it. One lady that came to see a house we were working in said she had the same thing, but she got put on disability for it. i thought about that afterwards, and disability wouldn't be a bad idea. Things are just so unsure now with the economy in a mess, that it just seems like I'm worrying about everything, and just trying to get through each day. That doesn't seem like much of a life really. Anyway, time to stop complaining. Have to go to work. I'm thankfull for that. Thank you Lord.