5 minute freewrite 2882 prompt rest no more

This is my post for #freewriters 2882 prompt rest no more hosted by @mariannewest

I do not know what in the world is going on with my body. Now my right knee gets a bubble that looks like it is on top of a vein. It was there yesterday morning, and last night it was gone. It was still gone this morning, and then two hours later, it was there again, and now it is gone. Last night, I scratched an itch on my right forearm and felt a lump. I pulled my shirt sleeve up, and I have a bruise, and the lump is just above it.

With my back hurting like it does, and me falling when my head is turned to the right, I do not fall if I move my head from that position, and my right hand is bone on bone because I have lost the cartilage in it. It is no wonder I can rest no more. Last night I fell asleep around midnight and woke up around two and was up until four, then I was up at five thirty, and have been up all day.

You would think I could sleep better than that. I have been busting my back cleaning my shed out, which could be why I can't sleep, too. A few years ago, my son wanted to stay in it. I told him no one else was to be in it. A few days ago, I saw him and another guy come out of it at daylight. I had a feeling something was going on because my son started staying in the house, and every morning before daylight, he would go to the shed and not stay long, so that morning I watched him go inside and watched two people come out. He is trying to tell me that he went to the gate and forgot something, and went back to the shed, and that is what I saw.

I know what I saw. One came out right after the other, and no one went back inside. He is messed up on drugs, and I tried to help him by giving him a place to sleep and making sure he had food in his belly, but this time he pushed me too far. I worry enough about him overdosing, and I do not want to find a stranger who overdosed in there. He swears to me he has not had any drugs on our property.

I asked my sister, who was a 15 year crack addict and who has been clean for over 20 years, to help me clean out the shed. She started pointing things out to me that I had no clue were used for drugs. Little tiny baggies, spoons that were bent so they lay flat, and foil lined bottle caps, then I found a skinny syringe with a tiny needle, and asked her if that was what they used to shoot up with, she said yes. Today, while cleaning, I found another one.

I put a lock on the shed door and a lock on the room where he was staying in the house. I told him I was not going to throw him out on the street, but he had to sleep in the living room. I have not told my husband any of this, and it is wearing on me.
photo is mine