it's getting to me...

I am so irritated. I hate not having privacy...I hate being asked where I'm going...I hate feeling useless...

Not to mention, Mark seems to think he's OK to drive. He's taking some serious medications and he thinks that driving would be just dandy. And he would like for me to follow him...sure...because I want to witness his car wreck? No, thanks! He told me that when he says he's OK, he's OK, and I have to believe him. Fine. If he wants to drive, go right ahead...but I'm pretty sure he can't even turn around quickly without cringing in pain...and in order to drive, he's going to lay off his pain meds. Genious! MEN!