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How has it all ended up this way? Each day, more painful and scarier than the last. Trying so hard not to sink away into Teh Crazee, but it's brcome so glaring, it's impossible to ignore. Now, my commode is an agonizing anxiety/ begging fest just to get it emptied on the regular. It sits and cooks in the heat until it's unbearable.But not allowed to use actual upstairs toilet - it's his ans I will never be allowed, if I want to go ina toilet, i will have to pay to haveone installed in a downstairs closet . Gotta go.. lurkage..