ACK!!! I’m going to end up posting like a zillion times today. I might even have a story to tell. But, I dunno my life is so boring. I actually have a story to tell. It happened when Dennis and I were coming back from getting diapers and formula for Hayley.
Now, I was planning on washing laundry on Wednesday and going to the store Thursday night, but that kind of fell through, huh? So Dennis and I had no clean clothes to wear today. Except things that we normally don’t wear to the grocery store. Since our car is totaled, we had to take his father’s car. A Cadillac. Which wasn’t too bad, except I was wearing an extremely short skirt, a halter top, and Dennis was wearing an Italian pin-striped suit. Anyone else hearing porno flick music yet? No? Well, what about when my knee was hurting, so I asked to ride in the back seat?
*Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow*
Of course, we got pulled over coming home. The cops thought I was a prostitute and Dennis was my pimp! *laughs forever* Then the cop asked in a low voice, how much for a half and half with the red-head.
O-o
No worries: Copper didn’t get his three way. The good thing that came out of today was that Dennis and I took pictures of ourselves as “pimp & ho”. They’re on Facebook, if you’re curious.
There Is No Title
Links as promised! I have yet to edit my tool bar because I can’t get my brain to work tonight. I’ve been weird all damned week. What’s wrong with me? We’re getting some new contributors here soon. Someone other than Matt. 
I have some pictures I need to upload, and I need to make this place better, but I can’t get motivated. Doc Mick left me three messages today. You know it’s not good when the specialist himself leaves you messages. Too bad my phone was dead for a good part of today. I missed some fun. 
I’m doing loved-link-backs on my site sometime today. If you have a public blog or site, and want a link back, just leave me a comment or message and let me know if you have a button or want a text link. I’m going to try to do them later on tonight, but I’m still groggy from getting my wisdom tooth yanked today.
Funny thing: The dentist did not have any packing gauze in his office, so he asked me if I had anything to pack the socket at home, assuming that because I’m a nurse/graduated from biomed, I have all this medical stuff at home. I hate it when doctors assume that. So… I nodded. “What do you have? This is a huge hole.” “I got some free tampons in the mail back in April. They’re Super, so I could use those.” His face was getting red. “Uh, you might want something more flat.” “Oh. They sent me free pads and panty liners in with the tampons too.” Now his face was beet red. “I mean medical packing gauze. Do you have any?” Needless to say, the good doc doesn’t have a sense of humor.
A Day About Nothing
I wonder why Doc Mick upped my medication from Vicodin to Oxy? I have not taken any, too scared of the unknown side effects, but I’m curious as to why he’d do something like that. He also just gave me a bottle of Oxy in his office yesterday, in case I couldn’t make it to the drug store. I have a headache right now, but the hard parts are over. I won’t be needing anymore surgeries or procedures done for another year. I’m really happy about that. Does it mean that I’m getting well? The doctors I have rarely tell me anything. Doc Mick just drugs me and tells me to close my eyes and ‘not watch’ the procedures. But my morbid curiosity takes over, and I watch. This has annoyed him in the past, and he ups my dosages. I go back to see him Monday to get the stitches pulled. Then it’s over. I don’t go back for another year or so. Lucky, lucky me. I finally find a doctor who takes my pain seriously and gives me treatments that actually work and I can only see him once a year. That’s a good thing, I hope.
The weather has been strange here. It was “cold” yesterday and today. 68 was the high. For August, that’s not bad. It was October weather in the middle of summer. I’m torn between shutting the air conditioner off and turning it on after having a hot flash. The weather has made me restless. My sudden lack of pain has made me energetic. I want to go out and play in the nice weather while I can, but I devoted myself to solving the problems at home, first.
My monkeys have transformed to monsters. They trash the house. Let the dogs out the front door, where there’s no fenced yard. Turn the pet rat loose in the house. Dump food out of the cabinets and ice box. Dump trash out of the cans. Pull the sheets off mommy’s bed. Chloe even unplugged my bed; in both areas, and when I laid down today, water gushed out of the mattress all over me! All of them, except for Hayley, are acting up. No amount of sending them to their rooms or locking things up seem to help. When all else fails, they tear up the carpet and peel the wall paper off the walls. This transformation has come because mommy and daddy are mad at each other and they can feel the tension. They’ve guessed that if mommy and daddy are mad at them, we can’t be mad at each other anymore. It’s brilliant, really. They have outsmarted and out numbered us, and their plan worked. For now. There are deeper issues that have to be surfaced, and those issues aren’t going to be resolved overnight, nor will they be solved in front of the kids. We’re going to talk about this. Not tonight, because I’ve got a migraine starting, but soon.
I joined Digg. Add me?
This is my cleaning challenge for today:
While I was sleeping this morning, the three monsters (Chloe, James and Ashe) took all of the videos, DVDs and audio CDs out of the entertainment center and scattered them in front of the living room chair.
The man of the house says I have to clean this up, even though he sat there and watched them do it, while laughing and encouraging them to trash the living room. Oh, and I have to do it before he gets home tonight at 9pm, or he’s going to bag up my movies, DVDs and audio CDs and throw them out for the trash.
Now… It’s 110 degrees here and it’s too hot for me to clean, and I’m too fat to clean naked. I’d much rather sit in front of the air conditioner and relax all day, watching cheesy 80s horror flicks, but someone has to crack the whip around here. The three guilty parties are banished to their rooms and Mother Terrible (me) is just waiting to hear any hint of fun or happiness come from their rooms so I can barge in and put a stop to it. Yes, the dad is ‘grounded’ too. I don’t know for how long, since I’m going to take it out in the number of days equal to the number of hours it takes me to clean up the mess. If it takes me four hours to clean it up, he’s grounded for four days. Fair enough.
No time like the present to get my butt in gear and get to work on that mess.
Last night was the first night for the perfect viewing of the Perseids.
We sat on the rock, overlooking the city. We had never met up there before. With the city glitter below us, we watched as the stars fell. “How many stars will fall tonight?” “Not nearly as many as in your eyes.” The line was cheesy and stupid, but it made me melt, and melt I did, in his arms.
A warm, summer’s night. The hot surface of the rock below us. The stars falling above us. The twinkling of the city lights in the distance.
I was surprised that no cars traveled through the street. It’s a back road, but the traffic is frequent on most summer nights. Not last night. Last night it was all our own. The world was empty except for us and the falling stars.
Tuesday cannot get here fast enough.
The Crazy House
I’m back! Who missed me? C’mon! I know someone missed me.
I don’t feel as though I was in a “crazy house” than I was at a weekend seminar. The place wasn’t amazing, but it was nothing like the psychiatric wards you see in the media, particularly One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest. There were no pajamas, no scrubs on the patients, we were mostly free range women with our own little hotel-like rooms, some had seedling gardens, some worked on art, we ate breakfast and dinner together with our psychiatrists and the nurses, we weren’t lined up for meds, there were no bars on the windows, and there were no locked doors from room to room. I’m sure the ward was locked, but I didn’t try to escape. None of the patients tried to escape. Most of the people there were there voluntarily. I was there for observations, and exercises in psycho-social situations.
The seven areas where I was observed and worked in were:
Empathy
Kindness
Respect
Tolerance
Self-control
Social-consciousness
Joy
Joy is the ultimate goal of the entire program. It means just what you think it means: Happiness based on balance of the other psycho-social situations.
Patients were expected to get dressed in normal clothes every day, engage in conversations at meal times, and interact with other patients, nurses and doctors. I had two major psychologists: Mary and Corey. Corey being an ex-highschool classmate of my father’s.
I was thoroughly evaluated, observed, and found not a threat to myself or others. Corey was more concerned about my chronic physical pain. He feels that is the reason I am depressed. Loss of quality of life would make anyone depressed. My physical pain has taken away so much in my life. I cannot do certain things anymore because I am limited by excruciating pain. My physician thinks that I am faking this pain for sympathy from him. He also thinks I want him, sexually. Of course. All women want him. That’s why they go to him, huh? To get pumped full of pills that cause organ failure and near-fatal car accidents.
I just hope these evaluations enable me to get on some form of medical insurance so I can get a new doctor.
I am happy to be home. I am happy to be with my family again. Hell, I’m even happy to be going back to work tomorrow.
Life is a wonderful thing.
Le Festival de Solstice d’ete
There’s a Summer Solstice Festival tonight, to celebrate The Longest Day. I remember attending one several years ago, and I had a sudden pang for the apple stands. They serve juice, cider, sauce, melt-in-your-mouth chips, whole apples, and several other natural, unsweetened apple goods. I want to go just to dance in the moonlight with fireflies twinkling around me.
I don’t think I can convince my husband to go tonight, though. See, he’s mad at me right now. XD His older brother was singing a bad parody of Me Again Margaret, only he was singing it about my husband, and the story was that he was getting perverted phone calls and discovered himself, sexually, at the age of 28. It’s old meme around here. His brother has been singing it for going on six years now. It’s really no big deal. But when he started singing it today, I burst out laughing. Of course my husband failed to see the humor in it. Huh. These are grown men in their 30s and 40s. But I am the immature one? Ok. It was totally worth it, though.
Maybe I’ll go to the Summer Solstice Festival by myself tonight.
Jamie aka: The being known as Wonder Girl, 30, mother of four, wife to one, she is a senior biomedicine student who is learning to fit in in the world around her. After nearly three decades on this planet, she still doesn't know where she belongs. Best friend of Matt, sarcastic, spoiled, apathetic, kutie brat, babe. Just your average woman, living in a not-so-average world, surviving by her incredible super power of being able to see right through you while
accomplishing more tasks than you ever thought imaginable. She is the being known as Wonder Girl and she is speaking, I believe. More? Aren't you brave!
