Butch has been giving me a lot of grief lately over my desires to be more involved in handling my own tasks of daily living. All of it has me thinking, seriously, do I need Butch anymore? He’s a HUGE drain on my finances, I think, the biggest drain I have; and while my recovery has made my need for him only decrease, his cost, through legitimate raises and such, has only increased. I’ll mull this over this weekend, and pray on it this 1st day. I raised it in therapy this past week, more just to hear it out loud than anything else.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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