Hurrican Ike, Violet, Sophia and Lack of Sleep

As I sit here watching a movie, I look at my countdown to when I'm no longer under the auspices of the probation department. Four months and nine days to go. Then I'll once again be free and clear. I'll have my drivers license back and I'll be moving back to Houston.

It's been a month since I last wrote. Not much really happened except for Hurricane Ike. I had plans to attend two football games and two baseball games over that weekend so I got a hotel in Houston so my friends won't have to be driving back and forth to get me. I rode out the hurricane at the hotel and then later went to my friend William's house when the hotel had to shut down due to no power or water.

Also in the last month, Violet finally moved back to Houston. She came to visit me at the hotel the night before the storm hit. I hadn't seen her in close to two years. I visited her in Oct. 2006 in Florida.

I must admit she's much better than she was back in August when she called me at my mom's house. She had no job and for some reason she was resisting coming back to Houston. She finally reached a point that she had no other choice. She couldn't find a job in Florida. She had no money and she could tell the people she was staying with were tired of her. Her desperation and depression reached new lows. I wired her the money to return to Houston.

Once she got here she chose to stay with her sister and not me. I'm relieved that she made that choice. She was welcome to stay here until she got back on her feet. On one hand I wanted the companionship and someone to help me with my lack of transportation needs. The other side of the coin though is her feelings for me. She's always declared that she still loves me. Sometimes I think that is more a desperation cry and looking for me to take care her. I just don't have any type of feelings for her other than friendship. I didn't want to go through the problems of telling her to go away and that a relationship is out of the question.

I'm happy to report though that things are working out for her. Within three weeks of her arrival she found a job. She was scared because her green card expired and wasn't sure if she could get hired. I told her under no circumstances to lie at any job interview about her immigration status. I told her to explain what is going on during an interview. Well one of the jobs she applied for called me for a reference. They made Violet an offer. The woman that called me told Violet that she can start working but she must go to immigration and get her card stamped. Violet was upset cause she didn't have the money. I made a loan to her but told her to take her time to pay me back. I want her to get her life back in order before I put the clamps on her to pay me back.

I'm so glad things are working out for her for now. I'm sure a year or more down the road she'll find a new way to fuck everything up again. It's just her way.

The Terry Therapy sessions came to a temporary halt after Ike passed through. We start up our sessions again on Tuesday. She had missed our appointment about a week after the storm. I figured like the rest of us she had no power. I looked up her address and saw where she lived. She was on the bad side of the storm so I figured she sustained damage to her house and she wasn't in the position to be doing the therapy sessions. I guessed right. I am glad that the sessions are starting again.

While I'm on the topic of women, I finally heard from Sophia. It's been a while since I heard from her. This whole DWI thing really put a crimp in my plans with her. I was coming off my hurt with losing Rebecca. I didn't think me and Sophia would get together right away but the hope for something new was there. I thought that maybe we could be headed toward something special. I view this DWI just as a bump on the road. Maybe, God willing, I can maybe start where I left off with Sophia. I'd like to find out.

My only other issue lately has been my sleep or lack of. Ever since I discovered I was sleep eating while on ambien, nothing the doctor prescribed has worked for me. I'm at a point of extreme frustration with the situation. She's given me trazodone and Rozarem. Neither medication has worked. Lunesta has worked for me in the past but at only getting me to sleep and not staying asleep. At this point I'm willing to give it another go. Only problem is my insuratnce. I'll have to jump through hoops to get it approved. It's the main reason I'm switching from my HMO to a PPO. It might be a little more expensive but I don't have to put up with such bullshit when it comes to medication.

The counselor that work sends me to for my drinking says I'm doing pretty good. She says I don't have to visit in person anymore. We can do phone sessions until I get my license back. I told her thank you and that she's relieved some of my anxieties big time. I always worry that I can't find a ride. Under the agreement I signed with work, missing a session is grounds for termination. I'm sure it would come to that and she would work with me if I coudldn't make it. She's said as much but either way it comes as a relief to go phone only. Now the only thing I have to worry about is getting the my probation officer. Just four more months....

That ends it for now. I get my first live NFL action tomorrow for the season. Ike had one of the games rescheduled. I'm looking forward to it so much.

I should be back Tuesday with the next installment of the Terry Therapy sessions.