Hello all or no one. It is okay as I am used to talking to myself. I live with 4 boys...oh excuse me three boys and a so called man. But I digress. It is 4:42 am, again I cannot sleep. Could it be the horridly bright lightbulb radiating from the lamp across from me that I am too dang lazy to crawl to the edge of the bed and turn off? I mean that means I'd have to (Gasp) move my laptop out of the way and actually move. Okay I'll do it. You know the kids will be nosing around here soon and if they see the light thru the bottom of the door I am doomed.
Light off, Julie and Julia in the dvd player on repeat as it has been the last few nights. I believe the commentary track is playing. I haven't quite figured out what I want to watch. I miss my Friends DVD's. I had season 1-10, watched them religiously at night for a few years. They for some reason have a remarkable ability to calm me down and make me happier. However the fire killed most of them. I pulled them out (after the fire was out of coarse) and many of them were too damaged to play again. I did just purchase season 3 on amazon. I have been meaning to get more, but for some reason these things called utilities and rent keep stealing all my dvd and fun money. Oh well. Since I am completely without purpose at the moment I find things to fill up my time. For instance at night I overheat my poor laptop by reading the Julie/Julia project blog. Seems only fitting since I have been watching the movie on repeat for the past week. I am up to the day she killed the lobsters. Good stuff.
Okay I have given up on the whole WW movement for the moment. I don't have the attention span for that. Wonder if I should get checked for ADD or if it could just be some sort of depression that I am unaware of. Today or yesterday to you, Nicholas woke me up crying because daddy took the internet away. Uggg. so I woke up cranky with only three hours of sleep. Hubby decided to pretty much ignore my wonderful existence for the rest of said day...I hate hate hate when he does that. It drives me INSANE. So here I sit, Insane, tired but can't sleep, and looking for purpose. I asked him for ideas or support on what I can do to have a goal or purpose. Hey Julie/Julia inspired me. I can cook, I can type. Maybe my writing isn't technically wonderful as I forget the correct punctuation and grammar rules..but as long as my old english teachers don't read this I am good right? Do you really care? Okay so it is almost five am, vicodin is flowing freely thru my system (legally) and I have alot to say about NOTHING at all. Imagine that.
Except I did catch a glimpse of the news on MSN's home page way earlier. Said something about earthquake in Chile, possible major Tsunami hitting Hawaii soon...and with the last few earthquakes etc...anyone else thinking "APOCOLYPSE" Has the rapture started? Was Nostradomus correct about the end of the world but a little off on timing? Oh well. I shall not dwell as there would be nothing to do to stop it, and I got enough problems without worrying about the end of the world. I wasn't even the slightest bit rattled by the Millineum. God do you remember what a joke that was. I worked for a Sporting goods catalog place and people called in and ordered cases of MRI's and Blankets and survival things. That is okay not too weird. What was strange were the daily calls of people ordering boxes of AMMO to give to their loved ones for Christmas. One guy said that after Jan 1, money would have no value and he could use the ammo to buy stuff at Walmart. So I saw my opening and got out the Ammo Specials list and suggestive sold the crap out of it. I guess that is the one good thing about the mayhem around the year 2000, for two weeks my add on sales went triple and I got to keep my job. Until it all died down and I was back to being afraid to let people know what the stinking specials were. Two items with Two descriptive details. Well if a person just spent an hour on the phone with me ordering crap, listening to the buyers club pitch, listening to the cross sales pitches and sounded like they didn't want another damn thing offered to them, I sure as hell didn't want to be the one to force them to listen to the benefits of wool socks with moisture wicking properties and surplus wool army blankets and such. I cared what my customers thought of me. I didn't like that I couldn't ask if they would care to hear the specials...or if that was a crime, just make them listen to a list of the specials and stop me if they'd like to know more. But NOOOOOO Two items with TWO descriptives... I finally got fired after twenty monitoring, (they were looking to fire me because my seasonal time was up and I'd be getting benefits soon) anyhow after alot of 100% monitoring, My sales improving (I bit the bullet and forced my customers to listen to me ramble on about aforementioned socks), one day...On my very last call. A very Surley older gentalman made it clear to me that he was NOT interested in hearing about anything but what he was ordering. I took his order and quickly ran thru 2 items with (SHOCK) ONE descriptive of each. The next day right before lunch I was informed that the supervisor wanted to speak to me after the busy period. I went to lunch. Apparently they expected me to work thru lunch because I knew I was about to be axed (Someone had given me the monitor sheets from the day before. I had six in a four hour period and on the bottom of the last one which was a 97 percent btw was SEE ME Later)... If they were going to fire me it would be on their time NOT mine. So I barely ate at my hour lunch. People consoled me and said there is no way I'd be fired. After lunch I go back to work and THREE hours later they come to get me when the queue died down to two. Then I was told I was fired.
Okay that was a trip down memory lane. The good old days, when I could work. Sweet Sweet Memories! I actually liked that job, save forcing people to listen to me try to schlep them shit. Thank god it was INBOUND. I did try to work at Craftmatic adjustable beds. That lasted two hours. I kept hanging up on people. I hate COLD CALLING with a passion. Shit I can barely call friends out of the blue. I mean what if I am interrupting them? Seriously I have a severe outgoing phone call phobia. Don't know where it comes from. When I was a teen I lived on the phone. Called into those phone chat lines and everything. Maybe just PTSD from my ex...my children's sperm donor father, I met him on one of those...Tele Cafe it was called on Thanksgiving 1995... and thru the four years I was with him he continued to call those places and have girlfriends over the phone. And perhaps maybe because for the longest time whenever I called my so called friends they were always busy. So I figured if people want to talk to me they can call me. God I hate the phone. When we had our phone shut off for a half of year I was happy. LOL. Now I like my cell phone. Caller ID and all. You have excuses you can make like you are running out of minutes or it is about to die etc...also I love it because my SIL calls me on it. :Her I don't mind talking too...but I still have trouble with calling even her unless I am really doped up and have something to say. Or I think I have something to say.
Well it is about time I close down my Laptop and pretend to sleep.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The weirdest day this month
Hi all in internet world. So I haven't had much to blog about lately. I am sure you don't care to hear about my sons rantings about King George, or my other sons whining about everything, or about the babies new backpack, lanyard, and sponge bob clothing fetish. Yep daily he must have at least one item of Spongebob clothing: Preferably both shirt and pants (which by the way he learned to put on himself so he amuses himself by dressing and undressing himself in a variety of sponge bob combos throughout the day)...next he grabs his purple lanyard that his brother brought home from some school assembly a year ago, and then puts on his "packback" just like "dory"...the back pack is yellow, blue and red. It is a toddler size that we procured as a free gift from either the Dr suess book club or the Childrens book of the month club. He finishes off his ensemble with shoes, sponge bob slippers or my fuzzy pink slipper socks. He is eccentric and adorable at the same time. Anyone want to join me in a class action law suit against Nick Jr..for not providing warnings before their programs that sitting in close proximity to your toddler during said show may produce bruises, black eyes or other injuries? Especially during Yo Gabba Gabba. Those flailing arm dances really can pack a punch. They are in utter dancing, singing bliss while flailing their arms about and spinning around copying the dancing of the kids and characters. Yes so when I go to the doctor Monday how am I to say...My almost three year old gave me a black eye. for the second time! Do you think they'll buy it or refer me to domestic violence centers?!
Okay so on with my day. I am a horrid insomniac. I never sleep well. I was just falling to sleep when my ten year old plops in my room, starts shaking pop cans, turns on the computer and starts watching cartoons. Hello we have cable! I told him to go downstairs and watch tv. Also told him not to re-enter my room until 6 am unless there was a major emergency. I roll over and start to drift off again and then hear stomp stomp stomp, creek....and again tell said child to leave the room. Again starting to drift off and again he comes in. This time I yelled. We all can't be Michelle Dugger can we? By this time I have given up on sleeping. At 5:50 Nick comes in, but not for the computer or tv...he is looking for underwear and clothes to get dressed for school. I let him know where they are. Then he gets dressed and talks to me for a few minutes and since he is ready for school I let him on the computer for a half hour. Dylan (the aforementioned sleep wrecker) comes in and cries because nick is on the computer and I said he cannot use it because he didn't listen this morning. Then the baby is up singing and bouncing around. He is so adorable. I wake up the husband. And then after the children go to school, I read the Julie/Julia blog for a little bit (I googled it around 3am). Then I fall asleep around 10 am. I am awakened by a cat on my stomach which makes me have to use the bathroom. Yet it is eerilie silent in the house. My husband is curled up on the bed next to me, the baby is napping, I can't figure out what is different as I make my way down the stairs to tinkle. Then I figure it out. The electricity is out. So I wake up husband worried that some idiot at the electric company put our check thru too early as they promised to post date it for the first. Nope turns out the neighbor had two tree's cut down and they turned off the electric to four houses on the block just in case and it should be back on in three hours. Fine I went back to sleep. Today was an early release day. Meaning Nick was in my room talking about something and wanting something to drink as soon as he left it seemed. Ugg. Anyhow. I drift off again, hubby is up by now. 20 minutes later husband and all kids are in my room again and I am awake now. I am told I have mail....
The return of Wally! Remember how I said that hubby had found a lump in the ladies..and I went to the doctor and they did all sorts of tests. Then I got a letter either last Saturday or the Saturday before stating that everything was normal....well I get a letter today and an urgent phone call stating that "Your recent digital mammogram showed a finding that requires additional imaging studies for a complete evaluation" The phone call was taken by my husband and was urgently scheduling me for follow-up testing on MONDAY. Okay whatever happened to the letter that said "the result of your digital mammogram on 2/09/10 was normal:"... what are these things like pregnancy tests or those invisible pens the longer you let it sit the darker and more visable it becomes? Was somebody drawing on it? WTF? I am convinced that this is a conspiracy. There is nothing wrong. They just haven't seen enough of the ladies. I don't like to pay for having my boobs squished, felt up by various people; wet, thick, slimy stuff rubbed all over them....Shouldn't they be paying me for that?
Good news is I got a 80.00 check today and went to cash it vs. depositing it because well we are slightly withdrawn in our CA and we needed the cash for some food for the weekend. I get money on the first and it will more than cover what we are behind. No biggy. So we went to Wally world and got my check cashed, got some groceries, cat food and diapers. Came home and got a phone call from the electric company saying we needed to call them by 9 pm tonight. So we call. Turns out that there was no memo on the account that we paid the bill but upon further investigation (a different page in our account) it showed the post dated check there. So we were all good. Again another URGENT false alarm.
I then get a call from my Sister in law. I told her the fabulous news of the mail I received. Then she decides to tell me that she has great news to tell me. That she is retiring her old head bitch (best friend) and I am now the glorious holder of that title! Yeah...I have worked hard for that title, now if she only would have seen it years ago that I was qualified for that position it would have saved us both some heartache. But hey the point is I am finally IN! Along with this dubious title, I get unwavering loyalty, no longer will she sit silently while others bad talk me etc. I am happy. Really I am. I was wondering if she'd ever notice my potential. I of coarse demanded a certificate of award. And then asked if this is like the booby gate. Next week will I get a letter saying she is sorry but I am not as qualified as previously thought and my title given to someone else?! We both got a laugh out of that. Yes we are strange, and dysfunctional in normal world. But if you knew of our backgrounds it is the most functional thing yet! He He. Anyhow I love her, she loves me now. It is great to hear. I am sad we had to move so far away. Like I said if she would have realized this over a year and half ago, maybe I'd still get to be in Iowa somewhere. Sigh. Oh well. Stinky in-laws...(Not her), the others. But of coarse blood is thicker than non blood. So I can't fault her for wanting to go along with the others. I of coarse know nothing of the bond of sisters because I never had any. I have two older brothers. So basically I am an only child when it comes to siblings. He He.
I am still addicted to my Facebook. I am still slowly regaining memories of my youth and I am still confused about my life. But who isn't. So I am wondering what to do...should I blog about something important. A theme perhaps. I was thinking about cooking the recipes out of RR 30 minute meals and telling you how much time and money it actually cost and if they are any good., I don't know. I feel like I have no purpose but to be a pin cushion and lab rat to doctors and a complaint department for husband, children and family members.
Okay is it normal for a laptop to heat up so hot?
That is it for the night. I mean morning. Time to try to get some sleep before I catch children sneaking in to use the computer or steal my Mountain Dew. In a few hours I will be waking up to the shrill blood curdling screaming and fighting of my children and husband. Can you see how enthused I am! Tomorrow Tomorrow I'll Love ya Tomorrow....yeah blow it out your ear Annie. It is a Hard Knocks life and no amount of singing makes it go away. He He...well then again people do seem to scatter when I don my MP3 and sing some Avril or JLO...or maybe some This is the story of a girl...who cried a river and drowned the whole world!!!!!
Okay so on with my day. I am a horrid insomniac. I never sleep well. I was just falling to sleep when my ten year old plops in my room, starts shaking pop cans, turns on the computer and starts watching cartoons. Hello we have cable! I told him to go downstairs and watch tv. Also told him not to re-enter my room until 6 am unless there was a major emergency. I roll over and start to drift off again and then hear stomp stomp stomp, creek....and again tell said child to leave the room. Again starting to drift off and again he comes in. This time I yelled. We all can't be Michelle Dugger can we? By this time I have given up on sleeping. At 5:50 Nick comes in, but not for the computer or tv...he is looking for underwear and clothes to get dressed for school. I let him know where they are. Then he gets dressed and talks to me for a few minutes and since he is ready for school I let him on the computer for a half hour. Dylan (the aforementioned sleep wrecker) comes in and cries because nick is on the computer and I said he cannot use it because he didn't listen this morning. Then the baby is up singing and bouncing around. He is so adorable. I wake up the husband. And then after the children go to school, I read the Julie/Julia blog for a little bit (I googled it around 3am). Then I fall asleep around 10 am. I am awakened by a cat on my stomach which makes me have to use the bathroom. Yet it is eerilie silent in the house. My husband is curled up on the bed next to me, the baby is napping, I can't figure out what is different as I make my way down the stairs to tinkle. Then I figure it out. The electricity is out. So I wake up husband worried that some idiot at the electric company put our check thru too early as they promised to post date it for the first. Nope turns out the neighbor had two tree's cut down and they turned off the electric to four houses on the block just in case and it should be back on in three hours. Fine I went back to sleep. Today was an early release day. Meaning Nick was in my room talking about something and wanting something to drink as soon as he left it seemed. Ugg. Anyhow. I drift off again, hubby is up by now. 20 minutes later husband and all kids are in my room again and I am awake now. I am told I have mail....
The return of Wally! Remember how I said that hubby had found a lump in the ladies..and I went to the doctor and they did all sorts of tests. Then I got a letter either last Saturday or the Saturday before stating that everything was normal....well I get a letter today and an urgent phone call stating that "Your recent digital mammogram showed a finding that requires additional imaging studies for a complete evaluation" The phone call was taken by my husband and was urgently scheduling me for follow-up testing on MONDAY. Okay whatever happened to the letter that said "the result of your digital mammogram on 2/09/10 was normal:"... what are these things like pregnancy tests or those invisible pens the longer you let it sit the darker and more visable it becomes? Was somebody drawing on it? WTF? I am convinced that this is a conspiracy. There is nothing wrong. They just haven't seen enough of the ladies. I don't like to pay for having my boobs squished, felt up by various people; wet, thick, slimy stuff rubbed all over them....Shouldn't they be paying me for that?
Good news is I got a 80.00 check today and went to cash it vs. depositing it because well we are slightly withdrawn in our CA and we needed the cash for some food for the weekend. I get money on the first and it will more than cover what we are behind. No biggy. So we went to Wally world and got my check cashed, got some groceries, cat food and diapers. Came home and got a phone call from the electric company saying we needed to call them by 9 pm tonight. So we call. Turns out that there was no memo on the account that we paid the bill but upon further investigation (a different page in our account) it showed the post dated check there. So we were all good. Again another URGENT false alarm.
I then get a call from my Sister in law. I told her the fabulous news of the mail I received. Then she decides to tell me that she has great news to tell me. That she is retiring her old head bitch (best friend) and I am now the glorious holder of that title! Yeah...I have worked hard for that title, now if she only would have seen it years ago that I was qualified for that position it would have saved us both some heartache. But hey the point is I am finally IN! Along with this dubious title, I get unwavering loyalty, no longer will she sit silently while others bad talk me etc. I am happy. Really I am. I was wondering if she'd ever notice my potential. I of coarse demanded a certificate of award. And then asked if this is like the booby gate. Next week will I get a letter saying she is sorry but I am not as qualified as previously thought and my title given to someone else?! We both got a laugh out of that. Yes we are strange, and dysfunctional in normal world. But if you knew of our backgrounds it is the most functional thing yet! He He. Anyhow I love her, she loves me now. It is great to hear. I am sad we had to move so far away. Like I said if she would have realized this over a year and half ago, maybe I'd still get to be in Iowa somewhere. Sigh. Oh well. Stinky in-laws...(Not her), the others. But of coarse blood is thicker than non blood. So I can't fault her for wanting to go along with the others. I of coarse know nothing of the bond of sisters because I never had any. I have two older brothers. So basically I am an only child when it comes to siblings. He He.
I am still addicted to my Facebook. I am still slowly regaining memories of my youth and I am still confused about my life. But who isn't. So I am wondering what to do...should I blog about something important. A theme perhaps. I was thinking about cooking the recipes out of RR 30 minute meals and telling you how much time and money it actually cost and if they are any good., I don't know. I feel like I have no purpose but to be a pin cushion and lab rat to doctors and a complaint department for husband, children and family members.
Okay is it normal for a laptop to heat up so hot?
That is it for the night. I mean morning. Time to try to get some sleep before I catch children sneaking in to use the computer or steal my Mountain Dew. In a few hours I will be waking up to the shrill blood curdling screaming and fighting of my children and husband. Can you see how enthused I am! Tomorrow Tomorrow I'll Love ya Tomorrow....yeah blow it out your ear Annie. It is a Hard Knocks life and no amount of singing makes it go away. He He...well then again people do seem to scatter when I don my MP3 and sing some Avril or JLO...or maybe some This is the story of a girl...who cried a river and drowned the whole world!!!!!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Don't get all the hate...I believe it is a reflection on a persons beliefs.
Okay. I started reading again. Reading posts below news stories or whatever and don't get why people are so up in arms that the duggers had another kid. Calling them publicity whores and what not. It is just JEALOUSY. Plain and simple. Jealous of what you may ask?
Jealous of the fact that here are these people that live a different way of life than most. And they have 19 children. 8 of which are teen agers and above and these are the most respectful, helpful, well rounded children with great work ethic that I have ever seen. This mother has 19 kids and never YELLS...at all. These children do their chores without backtalk, they enjoy doing things with their family, they are not into drugs, alcohol, promiscuous sex etc...or the many other issues that are "plauging" the kids in our society. How many times have you heard...I just cannot get my kid to pick up his room, I cannot get a minute of peace since my child has all these issues. And parents these days (me included) say there is nothing I can do. blah blah blah. But here you watch evidence that not all kids are like that. That there are children who do things with their family and enjoy it. The hate and accusations is because we are mad that it shoves in our face our inadequacies and perhaps if we were a little more aware about what we do and how we act and the choices we make for our 1-3 kids that maybe they could be like that. I mean I can't understand how the mother with 19 kids never yells shut up..how when her kids do act the way that she doesn't approve of she doesn't punish them, she kneels down to their level and almost whispers her expectations to them and whispers how she wants them to correct it. If anyone is qualified to be parents it is them.
Before their show they could afford their kids. They are not on any form of public assistance, they are not in debt, their kids are not suffering any and travel and do good for others. They are not preaching about things that are in our opinions detrimental or wrong like polygamy, etc... Why is it so hard to believe that they let their kids make their own decisions and their kids choose to do the "right:" things. Those kids are not brainwashed. They seem to be happy. What...OMG Their 21 year old son works, and got married and saved his first kiss for his wedding day...how horrible and wrong... and How many 21 year olds are out there still living in their parents basement or house and not contributing anything and sitting around all day smoking pot, playing video games and have no ambition in life. Wanna guess these are the same people that judge the duggars... How horrible the kids helped build the house .. God forbid children learn a skill these days and god forbid the parents teach them a usable skill. The children socialize. The parents go to things several times a year where the kids meet up with other kids. So what if they are like minded. The best way to stay on track and on the path you want to be on that won't sink you is to stay around positive people that have the same beliefs and morals that you do.
Okay I will stop now. I am not religious, I yell at my kids and am definitely not a star parent, but the difference is I recognize it and I don't say it is society or anyone elses fault my kids are the way they are. I don't fall into the comfort zone that yippee look at all the kids worse than mine or the majority of kids are the same way. . the judgement of not so stellar parents is a murmer but great parents get judged so much louder especially if they limit tv, video games etc...because we don't have the strength to do that because we believe we will be hurting our kids in some way and these people prove that our kids could be so much more. And what amazes me is this mother remembers all her kids birthdates, and can list the personality traits of all her children. I only have three and have issues with that. BTW the baby being premature had nothing to do with her age. Do people get onto twenty something year olds because they had gull stones and pre eclampsia? I did are you going to attack me because I should not have gotten pregnant because there was a chance of pre eclampsia? How are they hurting you? They recycle. They shop at second hand stores and so forth so they aren't taking away from you. Maybe if we believed and left more in gods hands we would be better off than we are too. But it is hard to do isn't it. I know I can't at this time, but boy do I wish I could.
Jealous of the fact that here are these people that live a different way of life than most. And they have 19 children. 8 of which are teen agers and above and these are the most respectful, helpful, well rounded children with great work ethic that I have ever seen. This mother has 19 kids and never YELLS...at all. These children do their chores without backtalk, they enjoy doing things with their family, they are not into drugs, alcohol, promiscuous sex etc...or the many other issues that are "plauging" the kids in our society. How many times have you heard...I just cannot get my kid to pick up his room, I cannot get a minute of peace since my child has all these issues. And parents these days (me included) say there is nothing I can do. blah blah blah. But here you watch evidence that not all kids are like that. That there are children who do things with their family and enjoy it. The hate and accusations is because we are mad that it shoves in our face our inadequacies and perhaps if we were a little more aware about what we do and how we act and the choices we make for our 1-3 kids that maybe they could be like that. I mean I can't understand how the mother with 19 kids never yells shut up..how when her kids do act the way that she doesn't approve of she doesn't punish them, she kneels down to their level and almost whispers her expectations to them and whispers how she wants them to correct it. If anyone is qualified to be parents it is them.
Before their show they could afford their kids. They are not on any form of public assistance, they are not in debt, their kids are not suffering any and travel and do good for others. They are not preaching about things that are in our opinions detrimental or wrong like polygamy, etc... Why is it so hard to believe that they let their kids make their own decisions and their kids choose to do the "right:" things. Those kids are not brainwashed. They seem to be happy. What...OMG Their 21 year old son works, and got married and saved his first kiss for his wedding day...how horrible and wrong... and How many 21 year olds are out there still living in their parents basement or house and not contributing anything and sitting around all day smoking pot, playing video games and have no ambition in life. Wanna guess these are the same people that judge the duggars... How horrible the kids helped build the house .. God forbid children learn a skill these days and god forbid the parents teach them a usable skill. The children socialize. The parents go to things several times a year where the kids meet up with other kids. So what if they are like minded. The best way to stay on track and on the path you want to be on that won't sink you is to stay around positive people that have the same beliefs and morals that you do.
Okay I will stop now. I am not religious, I yell at my kids and am definitely not a star parent, but the difference is I recognize it and I don't say it is society or anyone elses fault my kids are the way they are. I don't fall into the comfort zone that yippee look at all the kids worse than mine or the majority of kids are the same way. . the judgement of not so stellar parents is a murmer but great parents get judged so much louder especially if they limit tv, video games etc...because we don't have the strength to do that because we believe we will be hurting our kids in some way and these people prove that our kids could be so much more. And what amazes me is this mother remembers all her kids birthdates, and can list the personality traits of all her children. I only have three and have issues with that. BTW the baby being premature had nothing to do with her age. Do people get onto twenty something year olds because they had gull stones and pre eclampsia? I did are you going to attack me because I should not have gotten pregnant because there was a chance of pre eclampsia? How are they hurting you? They recycle. They shop at second hand stores and so forth so they aren't taking away from you. Maybe if we believed and left more in gods hands we would be better off than we are too. But it is hard to do isn't it. I know I can't at this time, but boy do I wish I could.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Funbags are not so fun anymore....
February 8th 2010,
Tonight while telling me how lovely my fun bags were David stops and says what’s this? Feel it. Of coarse I can’t feel anything much. My boobs always feel lumpy and weird to me that is why I don’t bond with them much. Sure enough I felt a lump….We’ll name it Wally after leave it to beaver (yeah lumpy was to obvious) so I was feeling for Wally. I sat up, laid down, squished it all around…and there in the same place was Wally. Saying ha ha. I felt my other boob up and didn’t feel anything in it like Wally, even though I tried to say I did. Any who I am sure Wally is nothing but an annoyance that will lead to many a painful test and procedure and turn out to be NOTHING….Just like the whole water breaking at 25 weeks, and the Post Partum Cardio Myopothy, Heart Failure and Pulmonary Edema…I should be dead by now but miraculously it healed itself. I tell ya I am getting tired of these health crisis’s that lead to medications, procedures, appointments, IV’s and blood tests and for nothing….Yes I am glad everything seems to heal itself in my body. But it gets annoying. Just when I think I know what I have to deal with and am all gun ho about it…I am fine. Ugg. So hubby talked me into going to the doctor so she can check out Wally. And then we’ll see what happens from there
Do I get to have my boobies put in the booby press? I hear that hurts. And don’t give me it is discomfort crap. I don’t trust the word discomfort coming from doctors. Anyhow I am going thru a lot more in my head right now and don’t need lumps like Wally taking away from my current topics of psychosis! One at a time please!
Feb 9 2010
Funbags not so fun….
Okay so I went to the doctor today. Yeah that was fast. At 1:15 I traipsed into my doctors office and I don’t think my doctor felt anything. But sent a referral for a mammogram anyway just to be sure. So I am thinking it will be days before the dreaded Mammogram. Nope sir. The nurse came in and said they can “squeeze” me in now. Oh the irony. So I get the Mammogram done and I am waiting to see if the images are good enough and the lady feels Wally and decides that I should just go ahead and get a breast ultrasound done. Just in case. LOL. So now we wait. I doubt anything will come of this than two hours wasted getting my boobs felt up by three different people (as close to swinging as I'll ever get) and squished flat….The perfect way to spend an afternoon…. PS the boob pancake machine didn’t hurt at all. The lady was surprised I allowed her to squish all the way and didn’t even wince. Oh and the positions are lovely. Does this count as exercise?
Feb 11th.
Still no word from the lovely doctors....No news is good news? Ya know I am getting tired of all this big stuff and doctors being concerned and then it turning into nothing....I want to yell at my body and doctors remember about the boy who called wolf? Stop calling wolf until there is one or I won't listen....Okay I don't anyway...but I will not let my husband make me go to the doctor next time....lol Oh and my boob is sore now...like most things that don't hurt during it hurts later... I'll let ya know when I hear anything.
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