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Feeling Better

Thank you to everyone who sent me “Get well babe!” emails! Really! It’s the support of all the people who read my story that helps me get better. Anji commented the other day and said that I seem to be getting better. Well, I am. There were times that I fell from grace, but I bounced back, and I was forgiven for it, so that is no longer a storm cloud hanging over my head.

I do feel better than I did a few hours ago. Chloe and I were watching some of Dennis’ older film projects, and we came across some silly skits, and I made the mistake of letting her watch one. It was about a ghost Dennis played in the skit. The bad part was the other actors called him by name, and it showed the character dying. Chloe got upset and actually ran from the bedroom to find her daddy to make sure he wasn’t dead. Normally, she doesn’t react to videos like this! WTF.. I think she’s okay now, she’s sleeping in her bed.

For those of you who didn’t read the off-server blogspot blog, Dennis brought home some flowers a couple of nights ago. I’ll share the pictures here, too, just for those who can’t get enough of my weird photography.

Yes, that’s a THC pen on my desk. Who are you to judge me???

We put some in the kitchen. He brought home four bouquets, which really makes me wonder what he’s done… Yes, the theme in my kitchen was going to be “Sunflowers”, but you can see that we didn’t quite finish that thought.

Chloe wants me to post this next photo. It’s two of her toy aliens “mating”. Where she learned that concept, I can only imagine. But she thinks it’s hilarious, and she can’t start a blog of her own, so who am I to deny her internet fame?

That’s all for me tonight. I have to get to sleep for my evaluation starting at 8:45 in the morning. Pray and think warm thoughts! G’nite every body!


Impending Psych Evaluation

Before I begin, I have to say that it’s increasingly insulting to have one’s husband walk up and thrust his bare ass in their face under the pretenses of “I have a MRSA sore…Fix it!” This is why I am no longer a nurse. I have no desire to mend MRSA wounds, bandage asses, or apply medication to draining abscesses. Ick.

My psych evaluation is coming along slowly. I want it to be over with. My birthday is next week (buy me something), and I don’t want to spend my birthday in the hospital. Again. I did that once, and I don’t want to do it again. I’m reminded of how I turned 21; with my head dunked under the bathtub faucet, washing my hair. I went into the bathroom at 11:57pm, washed my hair, and while I was under the faucet, I turned 21. Coming out of the bathroom, I was 21 years old. :D But there was a time when I had a birthday in the hospital. It was entirely tragic and I don’t want a repeat of that, if I can help it. Especially being in a psych facility.

There is an impending trip to Australia coming up. I had a small physical today, and it wore me out, but I passed, and there fore, I am going to Australia, the Sunshine Coast, to be exact, to my husband’s filming. I get the pleasure of being decked out in artisan make up and being in a small part of the filming. I got my artisan make up bag back in March, so I’ve waited a long time to do this. It’s going to be fun; my mascara is purple. Eye shadow is red. I wonder if they’re going to be ironic and shoot in black and white again? That happened the last time I was in a video with Dennis. Anyone want postcards? Email me, if you do, before July. I think that is when we are going. I wasn’t too keen on the details. Just the thought of seeing the Sunshine Coast again, and the beautiful sea there in Australia made me push every other stimuli out of my mind.

I have some assignment schedules to work on, plus I am yawning like crazy all of a sudden. So this is all for me. Love to all. Have a good rest of the weekend, readers! I shall see you Monday afternoon!


Choosing A Choice

I’m going to be taking a little break from posting again. Square out those fair-weather friends that I have. You know, the ones who are all comments when I’m happy, but are never around when I’m truly depressed or sad. I am still teetering on making my choice or not. I haven’t called Nick to talk about it, but I’m thinking about it. The only problem with him is that he feels that I should go with what my doctors say. Even though what they are telling me isn’t working. And yes, I have looked into a different doctor. I can’t change doctors at this time, so I’m stuck with a doctor who doesn’t like me or care about my getting well, and the feeling is mutual. Maybe I’ll wanna write again some day. Maybe. Someday.


The Choice

Through out our lives, we are give choices. Some good, some bad. Tonight I am making a choice that to some may seem bad. I was others to know that even though this seems bad on the outside, it’s really good for me. If I were an animal, this choice would be made for me, and I would welcome it. I know that not everyone sees my eye to eye on things, but there are just some things that I cannot go on with . I don’t know how I feel about my situation. I feel as though my comfort is below that of a dog. And there’s nothing that anyone would really be willing to do about it. So I am going to do something about. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon.

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