Visual representation of how my MS Brain works

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TYM & the TV

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oday is my son's 18th birthday. We spent the first 2 hours at the Urgent Care Center because my PCP is out of the office until Thursday.

I have... some kind of 'itis' that causes my uvula to hang down low & on the back on my tongue so I either have to lay down or hold my head back constantly.

I gave TYM the 26" plasma TV so he can play his damned video games & watch New Orleans Saints Football UPSTAIRS.

So we go to Wal-Mart to get my prescriptions & some HDMI cables so that I can get the true "HIGH DEF" experience".

I had taken a breathing treatment @ the UCC so I was feeling DROWSY which is the exact OPPOSITE of what Albuterol does to a normal person. Google it. YAY for MS! (sarcasm)

We get home, the computer starts ringing immediately. It's Mommy Dearest. First she sings "The Birthday song" to Evan & then tells him that my oldest nephew (Coincidentally named the same as My BFFs oldest son) & his wife are visiting & wants to know if TYM is coming over. He said "After I eat these burgers." (6 [SIX] Dollar Menu Burgers).

I said to TYM "Whatever, I'm REALLY SLEEPY so I'll probably just take a nap anyway even though I would LIKE to be able to listen to a DVD whilst I slumber, but GO. Don't worry about me even though I'm sick & might choke on my uvula & you won't be here to dial 911. It's your birthday. Go, have fun!" (This was said sarcastically because IDGAS what he was gonna do, I was gonna SLEEP!)

3.5 hrs AFTER Evan left to go to Nana's. I wake up & decide to hook the damned HDMI cables up myself. I tried the HDMI port on the side & the TV tells me I have to do something blah blah, whatever, I was doing the pee pee dance by then.

So, I go to piss.

While I'm upstairs, Evan gets home & IMMEDIATELY says "I'm going to see if the cousins want my old TV."
Me - Fine

He leaves.

I had to move a fucking lamp so I could SEE & I had to move the fucking GINORMOUS 39" TV 45° to the right. I find 2 more Ports for the cable in back center of the TV, so I had to tilt the TV FORWARD while putting the cable into the TV.

All that exertion made my back hurt MORE that it has been hurting since my Aunt's funeral & the TV wouldn't fit back in the stand properly.

So, I lean it BACK against the wall, sit on the stair landing & bang about 20 times on the wall between my apt & my cousin's apt.

Evan comes over
He- *exasperated* WHAT????
Me - You need to put the TV back on the stand.
He *while easily lifting the geedee behemoth* I think you broke the stand, but the TV is stable for now. Just don't bump it.
Me - *glaring* (HE's the motherfucker who ALWAYS bumps into the stand by running through the living room or trying to juke around the corner to get up the stairs really fast.)

I start walking towards the bed cuz my med alarm is about to go off.

He - Do you want me to hook this up too?
Me - Hook WHAT up? (because I wasn't looking at him when he asked the question.)
He - The BLU-Ray player.
Me - Yes, but just hook it up to the port on the side.
He - That's what I was going to do, mother.
Me - Good. Make sure - *This motherfucker holds up his hand like "Bitch, STFU & let me do this, I'm THE MAN"*
Me - *Serious Mom Tone* EVAN make sure you hold the top of the TV steady while you're plugging the port in.
He - That's what I was GOING to do.
Me - *loud, but NOT yelling* Well, I didn't KNOW that because I'm NOT IN YOUR FUCKING HEAD so I wanted to tell you 'just in case' so you wouldn't break the fucking TV I just paid $400 for yesterday! And YES I've taken my Xanax today!
He - *silence*
Me - Put a DVD in the Blu Ray so I can find which input channel it is.
He - *Does it* Then starts walking towards the PC.
Me - I'm getting on the computer now, but you can watch a Blu Ray if you want to.
He - *pissed off "God I hate this bitch" look"* No, I'm going to go upstairs to (I didn't CARE so I didn't listen).

You know, my sister told me that whenever her late husband was going out of town they'd ALWAYS get into a big fight & she'd be feeling "I CANNOT WAIT FOR YOU TO LEAVE!" & She thinks it was to subconsciously make it easier for him to leave & for her to not miss him so much.

So maybe Evan & I are doing the same thing because he's PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF MORE OFTEN THESE DAYS and I know he's GETTING THE BOOT FROM MY MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE after he graduates. After he graduates, he stops getting the SSI check from me so I will have no $$ to feed him & no WAY I can afford him on my car insurance.

I don't know where he's gonna go, but he's getting the fuck up out of here!

He did say EARLIER today that he IS going to a 4 year college & he is getting student loans/PELL Grants/whatever to pay for it. I suggested he look for a work/study thing in addition to any scholarships he may get.

I also "suggested" to him that since 1) The University of Alabama at Tuscaloosa is listed as the #5 BEST UNIVERSITY IN THE COUNTRY, his Godmother & I would be VERY PLEASED if he went there & that he'd probably get to see her A LOT because she goes to A LOT of Bama games during football season. 2) In-State college tuition is cheaper.

I was not PRESSURING him to go to the same College I went to, I was merely "Putting it out there". That is all.

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Why I will NEVER live with another man again.

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irst, I'd like to say that I am not, nor have I ever been a lesbian (because ALL men automatically think a woman is a lesbian when in reality she's just tired of trifling ass mitches). I LOVE sex. I love LOOKING at men. I LOVE the hardness of their muscles. I LOVE gripping their asses when they're fucking the shit out of me.

But:

I only talk when I feel like talking, which is NOT that often.

I don't like to LISTEN to men talk because I usually don't give a fuck what they are talking about.

I used to cook FOR MY CHILD before my MS got bad. Luckily, it didn't get bad until he'd already learned how to scramble eggs, deep fry shit, bake shit & make hamburgers and Tuna Helper and even come up with his own recipes!

I HATE doing the laundry. When I'm at home, I'm usually wearing a t-shirt & panties. My son does HIS OWN LAUNDRY because 1) I ain't washin' his nasty drawers & b) I can't carry the basket anyway.

When I did live with a man (20 years ago) he was NEEDY. Why should I have to boost your ego? I do that for my son because I feel like it's my job as his mother, but I don't CONSTANTLY have to reassure him that I love him/he's smart/he's strong/he's sexy/he's done something well because he already KNOWS this. He's CONFIDENT in himself. I raised him to be the type of man I WISH I could meet! (You're welcome, hoes.)

My son is not a Punk Ass Bitch. If you're more of a pussy than my son (and he is NOT a pussy because I didn't raise him to be an over-sensitive 'in touch with his feminine side' weak ass MITCH) why the fuck would I want to be with you?

I don't want to share my bed. I sleep when I want and how I want. Fuck the taste out of my mouth & then GTFO of MY house!

Men are STUPID. I don't mean their IQs or "book smart" or even "street smart". Y'all just say & do STUPID SHIT and don't even have a fucking REASON why.

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Men don't LISTEN. I am smart, mkay? When I talk to you about my problems, I'm VENTING. YOU can not come up with a solution to my problems that I haven't already thought of myself or heard from one of my female friends. My BFF is in fucking MENSA. Are you? Didn't think so. Just STFU & let me say what I have to say!

Men can't SEE shit RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR FUCKING FACE. If I know where the fuck something is and I haven't seen it in a got damned week, why must I tell a man 'It's on the 2nd shelf in the refrigerator on the left. If you don't see it, MOVE THE SHIT AROUND until you do!'

No man will ever love me more than I love myself & if he does, I'll break his wittle heart JUST BECAUSE I CAN.

I can pay my bills MYSELF.

I have friends I can talk to when I need or want to talk.

I have friends/family that will help me when I need help.

I can no longer physically change my flat tires, but I know how to do it. I can no longer check the fluids in my hoopty, but I know how to do it. I can no longer carry a case of water into my house, but I can find A STRANGER who will do it for me.

The only thing a man can do for me that I can't do for myself is FUCK me. Not "make love" to me (mitch), FUCK ME til I'm weaker in the knees than usual!

There are probably more reasons, but I got shit to do tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep.

No, I'm not on my period or PMSing, I just can't wait for graduation to get my 18 year old precious son DA FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! I want to be by myself, all day, every day without having to hear some deep voice asking me what there is in my house to eat or where something is THAT DOESN'T EVEN BELONG TO ME! I'll get my small apartment & one of those things to wear around my neck if I fall, LOL.

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Football, Weight Loss & Numb Fingers

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I'se Cold

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Sundsy, Sunday, Synday & Abusive relationships

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I Crack ME up! & Tweeps PISS ME OFF!

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Rampant manic insomnia

My Favorite tweets from myself over the past 48-2 hours.

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Fuck it, I'm too tired to show you how hilarious I think I am when sleep deprived...

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