Thursday, July 28, 2011
How's everybody doing?
Things have been hectic here, so I had no time whatsoever to blog, let alone do anything I enjoy like watch t.v. and movies, read magazines, socialize, you know all the good stuff.
I've been going to sleep freaking early as fuck! At 7 p.m. I'm dropping.
Probably because I'm up at the crack of dawn and doing housework, caring for my kids, making appointments, calling doctors, grocery shopping, cooking, getting hit by my son.
Oh yea, that's nice and new. My son, the violent one.
You all know Violet is a rough and tough kid. She's like the terminator, nothing stops her. No pain, no remorse.
But Levi, my gentle little sensitive son, is now becoming aggressive. Kicking, hitting, biting- you know all the good stuff (just kidding about it being "good stuff" obviously) ;)
He's been having serious tantrums and they last SO LONG.
And even after all this, I still look at my kids like they are angels. They are my sweet peas, always and forever.
I got a box of used toys, from one of Levi's therapists.
She knew Vivi has a new ( and old- from a long long time ago, then got terrified of it for some reason, then fell back in love with) Thomas the train. I don't understand this obsession at all.
But whatever makes her happy, I will do- and tolerate.
So we got a big box of used Thomas the train toys. The kids were so happy.
In the box though were also toy tools from the show bob the builder. Including for reason odd reason, a toy axe. Yeeeeeeeah. Toy axe.
So my daughter took the axe, put a pillow on the living room floor, then stood on the couch still holding the axe, jumped to the floor (like in the movie "300") and then hit the floor with the axe when she landed. She did this over and over and over again. She's a machine!!!
My daughter is MEANT to be an assassin for sure.
Meanwhile my son learned the word "mommy" and now calls every person with tits "Mommy!"
This includes guys with "moobs".
He doesn't discriminate!
Vivi also LOVES saying the word "boobies!" over and over and over again.
Her daddy asked Vivi "Where are the boobies?" And Vivi ran over to me and grabbed mine.
Oh lucky me. Ha ha!
This whole part of my blog (above) was written July 27th in the morning. I had to stop because Levi was tantruming.
A LOT happened later in the day.
My dad had a procedure in the hospital, he had a radiation seed implanted yesterday- WITHOUT any drugs. OUCH!
Then I found out my grandma had a seizure (well they thought it was a seizure, turned out it wasn't exactly) and was rushed to the hospital again. She has a fever and a UTI. My poor grandma:(
You all know she has dementia by now, so she can't communicate if she's in pain, or really about much for that matter. She doesn't remember me either.
She was in the hospital previously, for surgery, she had parts of her foot removed, due to a massive bone infection and had just gotten home last Thursday.
THEN, after all of that, Dave and I had a fight. A BIG ONE. He's stupid. He knows he was wrong. Everything is gonna be okay, don't worry.
After everything I was exhausted. Very exhausted.
Because of the amount of stress, I went to bed in a lot of pain.
So kill me, if I'm not in a cheery fucking mood.
My family has told me I've been moody lately.
My response, "Fuck off."
Kisses Bitches! Keep on Truckin'
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
My neighborhood thinks my husband has "special needs".
Dave is a TRUE PUNK. He doesn't dress to impress ANYONE.
He really doesn't give a flying fuck what you think of him.
This I admire about him but don't agree with.
I dress everyday to impress. Not to impress others exactly, but I dress a certain way to feel confident about myself. The more confident I feel that day, the better my attitude will be.
Yesterday he came with me to the rheumatologist.
He wore an orange striped polo, with navy and black athletic shorts, with gray socks and his black shape-up sneakers. Plus he was unshaven and very sleepy as always.
He's a TRUE- to the fucking CORE- Narcoleptic!
He can fall asleep in the middle of talking! Standing! Or walking!
Meanwhile I'll be up for hours just listening to him snoring like an animal!
Women ARE SO DIFFERENT from men.
It really is like we are from two completely different planets!
When we got on the bus, we went through about 5 empty metrocards till we found one with enough money on it. Dave shouted "YAY!!!" The bus driver replied with enthusiasm "YAY!" smiling at Dave. Like Dave was "special". FUCKING HILARIOUS!
Then we waited in the waiting room, for Doctor Father time for about 2 freakin hours!!!
Which he spent falling asleep and moaning, like a homeless man. The best fed homeless man ever.
It looked like I picked him off the street to pretend to be my husband for some reason!
I'm just lucky he didn't start farting in his sleep at the office.
Last night, I explained to him my concern.
We laughed so hard about the whole thing!!!
By the way- on a side note- I've stopped my Geodon again.
Don't worry with my doctor's blessing.
Because it might be worsening my heart problems.
So I will most probably be going crazy, but at least I won't be dead, right???!
This also means my "filter system" will be down. So it's like I have tourettes. Literally.
Today Dave and I were talking yet again about his "dressing situation".
And for some reason I yelled "STUPID!!!" Then started hysterically laughing. Uncontrollably!!!
We both were laughing!
He said to me "So we're okay with that? You calling me stupid?"
I replied "Yep! No Geodon. I got me some tourettes now, BOYYYYYY!
Because I wasn't even thinking of the word stupid, it's just came out!
I gotta take Dave shopping ASAP! I can't take this much longer.
Because of the whole- no geodon thing- I can also kiss sleep goodbye!
No sleep last night. My throat is so sore and my thoughts were racing. Oh boy, such fun. NOT!
I'm beyond exhausted- but still have energy to type, and a good sense of humor to laugh about it all.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Oops I meant catchup.
I've been to several doctors, yet again. I'm now being sent to a pain management doctor!
That's the one I've been looking forward to seeing. That's the happiness doctor.
I saw a doctor today. He's as old as time. I think he even witnessed the big bang!
So he really didn't completely understand everything I've been going through.
Though he is one of the first doctors to BELIEVE me and the amount of pain I'm in daily!
YAY! Go Father Time! Go! Go! Go Father Time!!!!
He said most likey I have fibromyalgia. DUH!!!!!
The kids have been doing well. They are very happy their daddy is back.
Plus I think my daughter is a lesbian.
Let me explain.
Dave about a week ago told Violet to "Say Paci!" (For her pacifier. Yes she's still using a pacifier- BITE ME! No really! I don't give a shit)
"Say Paci, Violet. Say Paci" Dave kept saying.
Her response "PUSSY!"
Very very clearly.
Dave then asked Violet "Violet are you a lesbian?" Joking around.
Her answer "Chu Cha! ( Spanish for pussy) Yup yup! Go go go!!!!"
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. That's my daughter. Fucking hilarious, right?!!!! And so fucking AWESOME!
I'm probably the only pro-gay parent in my whole neighborhood. Other than Dave, of course.
Like I said before, I'm Bisexual. I came out of the closet when I was 16 years old.
No one welcomed me, that's for sure. There wasn't any parade for me. Sad, right?
But that was a loooooooooooong time ago.
Most of my friends are still shocked to this day, how I ended up married to a man with two kids. Domesticated.
A former "free spirit".
But right now, I'm getting way off topic.
Dave and I are working things out between us. We are working on our marriage now.
Our kids seem a lot happier because of it.
He's become a better dad and better husband. and everyday he's still working on it, like painting the Sistine Chapel....o' love.
Yesterday we had an argument. My sister got worried, because she thought I was going to throw him out, just because we had a fight.
I told her." No, one fight isn't going to end everything. He realized he was wrong and I was right."
He very quickly added "Yep!"
We all laughed. And that was the end of the night.
The fight had increased my pain 100 times more.
The pain has been SO intense! Crippling really. It seems to continue to get worse. Not better.
Oh joy. Lucky me, right?
I started re-reading my fave nutrition books, "Real Food".
I'm gonna try following it again. I strongly agree with the author. She's very inspiring.
I'll try anything right now. Plus I'd really like to add some serious muscle relaxers to the mix. Anything to dull the pain, right now would help.
RIGHT FUCKING NOW. But I got none.
My chest was hurting so fucking bad last night, I couldn't sleep. Or even think straight. I thought I was having a heart attack.
I quickly woke up Dave to get me an aspirin. I chewed it and it helped.
But afterwards I was sore for hours, while I watched Dave snoring away, like an animal, next to me.
I still am looking for a good heart doctor, and one that takes my shitty insurance.
Not an easy thing to do.
The search continues.
Oh on a quick note- My kiddie pool decided to become a flying saucer, and flew away into the sky and then into the street!!!
We then had to kill it and put it out of it's misery.
If you hear of any UFO sightings- it might have been my kiddie pool.
The way my sister told my mom " Hey Mom, guess what was NOT on the patio."
My answered "What?"
My sister replied "The kiddie pool. Guess what's in the middle of the street! THE KIDDIE POOL!"
Too fucking funny!!!!
Kisses my beautiful Bitches!!!!!