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Apparently last week's ultrasound indicated I have a fatty liver and my doctor wants to discuss this further. And I get that. But I'm really in no mood for a lecture - and I know that I ate like complete shit the last few months BECAUSE MY MOTHER WAS FUCKING DYING. So cut a girl some slack already.
This week I've avoided processed foods almost exclusively - because in the absence of timely results from the doctor it seemed to be a logical choice to control my stomach issues. Which, it has. So be it.
Trying to move forward with mom's investments - but need some stuff from the courts first. Her financial adviser - a really nice guy - moves a little slower than I would like. I don't mean this to sound callous - but I want everyone done already. I don't want to discuss what would be prudent - and definitely not for an hourly fee. The unfortunate side of things is that Dudley's income is already at the top of one tax bracket - so ANY distribution is going to put us over that line - and one of her biggest accounts requires an annual minimal distribution of 3% that will screw us anyhow. Ugh.
My head hurts.
This week I've avoided processed foods almost exclusively - because in the absence of timely results from the doctor it seemed to be a logical choice to control my stomach issues. Which, it has. So be it.
Trying to move forward with mom's investments - but need some stuff from the courts first. Her financial adviser - a really nice guy - moves a little slower than I would like. I don't mean this to sound callous - but I want everyone done already. I don't want to discuss what would be prudent - and definitely not for an hourly fee. The unfortunate side of things is that Dudley's income is already at the top of one tax bracket - so ANY distribution is going to put us over that line - and one of her biggest accounts requires an annual minimal distribution of 3% that will screw us anyhow. Ugh.
My head hurts.