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Tues. 22 Jan 1991

Today was even a little better than yesterday—except it seemed super cold out. Ray and I managed to get over to the house today. I did take care of a lot of phone calls, but got too cold to be there. Even when I try my hardest, it seems so difficult to get anything done. Yolie said she’d take me to get my prescriptions—so at least we didn’t have to walk to ShopKo. I don’t think I could have made the trip.

I tracked down my food stamps, so we had to walk to Social Services instead. There was a bomb scare so the building was shut down when we got there. I eventually did get them. The price—I’m dead tired and feeling sick again. It occurred to me that the AIDS Foundation might have volunteers here in Ogden who might help with trips to the store, etc. I know friends offer to do this—I just don’t want to keep asking. I realize that everyone has their own life to deal with—I don’t want to run them to death with my problems. It still seems awkward to call strangers and ask for help—even knowing that’s the reason they’re there. I also hope they can get Ensure—I just can’t afford to buy it. Also, maybe a lawyer to help with the house and my will. Here I am practically homeless and worried about a will. What will be left to leave anyone?

I hope I can at least leave some wisdom, faith, and good memories. Luis, if you don’t have health insurance by the time you read this, I’ll come back to haunt you until you do!

Don’t mourn my death—just be there for each other and try to learn from my mistakes.