So I thought I was overwhelmed before. Holy shit, it's been a little over a week and I'm still trying to figure out what's paid through escrow for initial bills vs. what I have to pay, along with unpacking, moving out of my old apartment still, and working all week. I've made good progress - every box is unpacked although I have to get rid of the cardboard when it stops raining.

The locksmith is supposed to come again today since the first lock I bought didn't fit, but hopefully this one will. I also went to a consultation with the hepatobiliary surgeon to try and figure out why I'm not a candidate for gallbladder removal. As it turns out, if I have to have any type of semi-major surgery again, I run a risk of cascading liver failure ending in transplant or death. That was the piece I was missing as to why it wasn't possible, so I have to investigate alternatives and hope my gallbladder just settles down for now.

I used to get angry about this, since my initial surgeries for appendicitis et al and that led to me drinking more to quell the scar tissue pain, but now it just is what it is. I trust the doctors and know enough about medical issues to know what I don't know. Nothing I can do will fix my liver, so it's just seeing how long it can continue as is before it gives out for good. I guess it's just acceptance now. Try and do good with what's left of my life, and take everything as it comes.