First post in a long time

I haven't been posting because Steve won't fix my computer.
He wants meto use a new one he bought me some time ago, and I want to keep using this one.  He won't update things for me, and I get bumped off-line all the time.  I think he should be killed.
I've tried to post many times, but my long posts just get bumped off into cyber-land, and I never see them again.
My health is about the same, except for now, my hair is coming out in spades.  I suppose all the stress and physical illness is causing me to go bald.  I am so angry at this illness.
The work at Creekside just creeps along at a snail's pace.  Janie and I seem to be the only one's who can walk fast, think, or make a decision.  It keeps one of us after the men all the time, or nothing gets done.
We primed the dining and living rooms today, and they look fabulous!  We used a beigey-yellowish primer for the dining room, as we plan to use gold wallpaper in there.  We primed the living room with white, as we want that room a dusty antique desert rose color, with white wood   work.  It excited us to finally get to doing something others can actually see as progress.
Here at Clairemont, we had an incident with the Womack's dogs again.  They chewed up our pet goat, Billy, so badly that we had to put him down.  They had torn holes in him the size of grapefruits, and they had him down in the pond, perhaps to drown him.  He was so muddy that I wasn't sure what kind of animal he was at first.  I'm mad as blazes at the Womack's.  They cut my fences to let their dogs come onto my property and kill my livestock.  This has been an on-going problem for several years, and nothing seems to stop it.
I'm also angry at Stucco.  He keeps raising the amount I owe him to complete his contract at Creekside, and I'm tired of paying him just what-ever he wants.  He agreed that he would not ask for any money until the contract work was finished, then he has asked for money almost every week, and sometimes more than once in a week.  I had warned him that he would not have any money left if he kept getting it all along, but he 'needed' it.
He is still wanting several hundred dollars more than he had told me he was owed a week ago.
I'm afraid it will ruin our friendship.
I worry too much,
I'm going to try to schedule an appointment to go to Mayo Clinic, but Steve will probably jinx my computer so that I can't fill out all the applications. 
I need to find out what all is wrong with me, and get it fixed or just go ahead and die with it.
I can't stand this much longer.