My studiomate’s health has been dropping steadily for over a year now.
I don’t wish to get into his details, so I will just say that after a long series of difficulties, his liver has shut down. He is losing weight, well, perhaps maintaining weight now, but has lost so much which he cannot regain. He is six foot tall and only 120 pounds at best. I feel his vertebrae dig into my arm when I hug him…
He is now on disability, unable to drive himself anywhere, much less do his job as exhibit preparator.
He can no longer contribute to the rent here in the studio. Or he needs to not do so any more.
I don’t think I can manage the whole thing on my own, so it causes a bind.
More over, he is no longer fit and able enough to help remove or sell off the stuff he has here, let alone all the f-ing crap left from his ex, who was the previous renter here, some five years ago.
On the upside, Michael has consent to cutting out the ex’s crap; I spent a chunk of today dumping shit out in the dumpster on the dock.
That felt good.
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