Sundsy, Sunday, Synday & Abusive relationships

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Poem, Lost Weight, Got some SLEEP!

Here are words to my original poem, inspired by "Soft Kitty" from The Big Bang Theory:
Soft kitty,
fluffy kitty,
lying in the road,
cold kitty,
dead kitty,
ha ha ha.

Saw a dead cat on my way back from da docta. It looked perfectly normal, just not lying on the side of the highway like that, nodamene?

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Went to da Docta

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o finally get my new Anti-Depressant.

Not only did I get a different AD ($4, TYVM) but the Physician's assistant liked my "hair". HA!

Tried to give a urine sample, I was there for 2 hours, never had to go even though I was drinking water like it was going out of style. Then as soon as I got to Wal-mart to drop off my prescription I had to P so bad I thought I'd wet my pants on the way to the bathroom.

Didn't piss myself, YAY. Took an AD as soon as I got home & promptly fell asleep, so I guess I'll be taking these @ night from now on.

That is all.

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Now playing: UB40 - Red Red Wine



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I went to the doctor

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o change my antidepessant. He ended up prescribing some shit that cost $111. I didn't get it. But while he was there he decided to up my xanax from 2 to 3 per day. I didn't even ask for that but I did mention that EVERYBODY is an idiot and that Evan had started driving... ☺

Song Of the Day is Drunk Love by Snow tha product... These kids today coming up with their fucked up names!

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Now playing: Jay Rock ft. Lil Wayne - All My Life

My Mother - 3/16/05

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he other day, Mommy Dearest's car wouldn't start. Since her battery was 4 years old she thought it might be that & got a new one.

Entyway, she came over to my house to borrow my Jumper cables in case the battery died again (or whatever).

What you need to know is that MD says she can't watch movies with other people because they won't STFU.

Today she came over to return my cables. While she was here she realized she didn't want to cook so we ordered pizza while Evan was out jogging with his cousins.

No idea why they all decided to 'jog' today. WTFever.

Oh no! What if "jogging" is code for "smoking meth" or whatever you do with meth and Evan was just selling the cover by changing into gym shorts & his tennis shoes??? ;-p

Anyway, while we were waiting for the pizza, we watched episode 6 of Joan & Melissa.

After that was over, I put "Due Date" with Robert Downey Jr in the DVD player.

MD proceeded to talk constantly.

She - Is the fat guy Seth Rogan?
Me - Zach Galifianakis
She - I won't remember anyway. Now why is he riding with him? I thought they were on the plane?
Me - Maybe if you'd SHUT UP and LISTEN you would understand what is going on!
She - ROTFLHFAO. You won't ever watch a movie with me again, will you?
Me - Not one I haven't seen before.

I think overall she stayed about 2 hours, which is a long visit, especially when Evan isn't here.

That is about it, except this new anti-depressant has me walking more "drunk" than normal. Which means I have another reason NOT to take this shit next month (or ever again).

My knees & back have also been hurting constantly in spite of my cortisone shot & my PMS medication.

The only good thing I can say about this shit (Bupropion, in case you were wondering) is that it makes me sleepy. I am enjoying the predictability of when I'll fall asleep, LOL.

Ta! TTYL

My antidepressant isn't working...

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ometimes it's easier than others for me to figure it out, though.

Like if I was crying all the effing time.

Over stupid shit.

Like a commercial that used to make me cry because the baby in it was so freaking cute.

Now I just want to kill everyone. And I'm sleeping ALL THE EFFING TIME.

Like I'm up for an hour and asleep for 4.

????????

Unfortunately, since I had to pay for car insurance, a car tag, school supplies, clothes & the usual monthly shit, I can't afford to go to the doctor to get my meds changed until September.

But at least it will be harder for everyone around me to wait for September than it will be for me.

Muuuuuuuhahahahahahahahah.

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Now playing: Prince - Billy Jack Bitch
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5 Hours in the Emergency Room

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nd I still have no diagnosis. Man, I love medicine!

So Thursday night, I had the trots. I don't know why. But I took some Immodium tablets and it finally stopped.

I never went to sleep.

After Evan caught the bus at 7 or so, I tried to get some sleep. Wasn't happening. So I got on the computer to drop some cards.

As I was sitting here, I started thinking "I feel like I'm going to pass out." so I turned off the monitor...

Next thing I know, I'm opening my eyes to look at the ceiling. One of my legs was on the computer chair. Everything else was on the floor.

I've never passed out before. It's very disorienting. One second you're doing something and then the next second you're somewhere else not seeing what you expect to see.

Before I could really think about what had happened, I started vomiting. Thankfully, it was on the linoleum and not the carpet, LOL. I laid there for about 15 minutes thanking God for the coolness of the floor because it felt so good. Yes, even while I'm hurling my guts out (which contained nothing more than Peach Raspberry Crystal Light) I was glad the floor was cold. :-) I finally felt like the vomiting had stopped, so I sat up.

And promptly vomited into the garbage can next to the computer.

So I sat there until I felt sure that I wasn't going to vomit anymore & called MD to take me to the ER. Funny thing is that I had an appt at 2 pm with my Dr for my knees. But I figured he'd send me to the ER for a Cat Scan anyway, so I canceled the appt. I really wanted (and still want) to know why I passed out.

Nurse #1 - Ok. Strip.
Me - Are you serious?
N1 - Yessssssss. OMG, You're going to be a brat. *to MD* Was she always a brat?
MD - *Nodding*
Me - I can see you!
N1 - I don't think she cares! You have to at least take off your shirt & bra because we need an EKG.

So I put on the damned hospital gown & let Nurse #2 put sticky tabs all over me while Nurse #1 stabbed me so hard that I lost at least 2 oz of blood while she's hooking up the IV fluids. (I don't really know how much I lost. I just know it was all over my arm & elbow and the mattress.) She was a funny, but evil whore!

So, a cat scan, x-rays of my neck & head, bloodwork and an EKG later...the doctor had no idea why I had passed out.

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That's all. I'm still drowsy from the Phenergan I got yesterday. And I don't want to pass out again sitting here, so I'm going to watch the Dr. Who marathon I taped yesterday while I was at the ER.

Ta!

My Day Yesterday - Friday 6/6/08

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esterday the landlord was supposed to come by and finally fix the leak in the bathroom toilet. He finally figured out that it's one of the pipes in the tub that's leaking, so he was supposed to come back today to fix that. And no, I still have no pipes in my sink which means that we have to take showers & brush our teeth in the bathtub which continues to soak through the new drywall.

Anyway, we always use that back door since I park right outside my sliding glass door for the days when my back hurts really bad or I'm not walking very well or it's raining, whatever. Just 2 steps and I'm at my car door.

Evan noticed a wasp's nest when he went outside earlier in the day to roll down the car windows. I had called MD to tell her that we were coming over because I could NOT deal with anymore banging or drilling. But first I decided to knock down the wasp's nest.

I got a big stick & knocked it down, then walked as fast as I could (read: as fast as a 97 year old woman who should be using a cane but isn't because of pride) since the fuckers started chasing me.

One of them stung me. Fine.

But I noticed that a few of the wasps were hanging around like they were going to build a new nest. So I decided to go to Wal Mart to get some Wasp & Hornet Killer.

I took 2 Benadryl pills & went to Wal Mart. In the store, I noticed that 1) the entire left side of my body was itching and 2) weird welts were popping up on my neck & other places. The actual wasp bite was red and hot to the touch and about 3 inches in diameter in the 13 minutes it took me to drive to the store.

So I called my dr. Went right to his office after I bought some ammonia (because the thing they sold called "sting eez" was $3.50 for 1/2 an ounce (the only ingredient was ammonia). I figured I'd get a gallon for 97 cents and use it for other things including taking the sting out of my bite.

At the doctor's office, I got a shot in the butt.

Evan - You can squeeze my hand if it hurts.
Me - Aw, thank you, baby. But I can't hold your hand and stand up steady at the same time.

*after the shot*

Evan - You took that like a real trooper, you didn't even cry.

HA! Isn't he cute?

Anyway, I asked for more samples of the anti depressant that I LOVED, but he didn't have any more so he gave me a prescription. I also got a prescription for Attarax which is like Benadryl times 10. Whenever I have a severe allergic reaction to something, I get that. It's better than Xanax because it knocks me out for 12 hours, LOL.

Got to the pharmacy, the antidepressant was $60 WITH INSURANCE so I told them to call the doctor & change my prescription to Celexa (which I've taken before, but makes me gain weight so I don't like it) which is only $6 plus the $4 Attarax.

Took Evan to McDonald's. Got home about 3:30. Called MD to tell her what had happened.

MD - YOU COULD HAVE CALLED ME SOONER TO TELL ME YOU WEREN'T COMING OVER! I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL DAY.
Me - Well I got stung by a wasp & had to go to the dr and the pharmacy and I didn't know that it would take that long.
MD - You still should have called.
Me - Well pardon me for being more concerned with my throat closing up than calling you to let you know that we weren't coming over right away! *click*

So I called her this morning to ask if she'd seen Al Green on David Letterman. Her DVR cut off early. I told her that I had saved it over here so she could come and see her man if she wanted to see the whole performance. She did. So I reckon we're all right.

That is all. Evan wants me to play Mario Cart. I drive and he comments. Like it's a damned Nascar race. Very irritating, but if it makes him forget that I was going to make some brownies from scratch today, then I'll do it. :-)