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Things to do With Top Ramen
I admit it. You’ve got me. I cannot cook to save my life. I used to, but that was before I hurt my back. That was before I was bed-bound 90% of my day and forced to become what I am today: An internet junky who can’t seem to do anything useful in the real world. Until I went to physical therapy a week ago, I was doing pretty good. I had no pain, I thought I would be able to care for my family, set up Christmas, go on the Winter Lights Tour with the kids. Now? I’m fortunate to retrieve the remote when it falls on the good (ie: not against the wall) side of the bed. I try to nap, and I have visions of falling, and my leg twitches. Seizures? Hell, my doctor doesn’t know. He’s not even sure why I stopped having periods, yet he ordered my hysterectomy. Brilliant Man.
After seeing Doc Mick yesterday, I was denied a renewal on my Vicodin. Hey, I’ve had the same bottle since July! I obviously don’t need it! WTF, doc? I wasn’t in pain after the first few days of taking it, and now the pain is back with a vengeance! Sitting, standing, laying on the wrong side, it all causes throbbing, shooting pains down my back and right leg. What the hell did I do? Is this the great being’s way of telling me I shouldn’t exercise? Got the message loud and clear!
On to the dilemma.
The best thing I could cook tonight, because I can barely stand, is Top Ramen. Not exactly the best in nutrition, but I posted to a parenting board, asking what I could do to jazz up the ramen. What kinds of vegetables, sauces, and other things did they do with theirs to get their kids to eat? I expected some to comment that they used different kinds of spaghetti sauce, maybe salad dressing. But nope. I got the typical Internet Mommy Response™: (direct quote from the board) “Why aren’t you cooking your kids something healthful? What’s this shit about making Ramen? If you’re so fucking crippled that you can’t make a home made meal for your kids, then Jesus Christ, give them away to the state! UNFIT BITCH.”
Wow.
No words, just wow.
I won’t go into how Dennis was the cook and dishwasher around here, and damn, can he cook, but I don’t see why my inability to make a five course home-made meal for my kids every night because I can barely stand up for more than a few minutes, makes me an unfit mother. I guess moms aren’t supposed to break bones, get hurt, get sick, be away from their kids until the last one is eighteen. But this is the real world. I’ve just come off of treatment yesterday, and I’m feeling pretty bad today. The bed I have been laying in all day is dotted with pill bottles, pens, my phone, empty water bottles, a journal, mail, magazines, and other paraphernalia of a person who cannot get up and live their life just yet.
Tomorrow night I am going to make the Top Ramen. Tonight I’ve ordered a pizza. So I ask those of you who have compassion for another human being: What the hell can I do with Top Ramen to make it not so Top Ramen-y??
Sparkling Snow
Chloe and I got glitter all over the living room rug this afternoon. We were making Christmas cards, gluing glitter on the wrapping paper I picked up today, and she wanted to mix all of the colours together to make a rainbow of glitter. I shrugged and gave her a little Dixie cup to mix the glitter in. The downside? Several of the packs of glitter were still sealed in their original plastic baggies, and when we opened them, glitter showered all over us. It was like a sparkling snow storm. I don’t know why this happened with four packs of glitter, but it did. Those pull tabs are useless. I checked the packaging and the baggies weren’t confetti.
I got some of my release last night. It didn’t last very long. We were both tired and I was in some pain and discomfort from my back issues. No getting off for me. 
Maybe tomorrow?
I refilled my prescriptions today. Four more bottles of pain relief bliss. I am going to see my doctor tomorrow and go from there. I need some more x-rays because I am feeling better. I may have healed. I can sit up. I can walk. I don’t dread driving around or getting in and out of the car. If you’re interested in the medicines that I take, there’s a good description of them here. I hope I’m getting better, healing. This long, hard road through recovery was pretty intense. I appreciate all those who have been there for me.
My plans through Manchester fell through today. I was saddened by this, but it just wasn’t meant to be. I want to help my relatives, but I cannot do this if they do not cooperate with me. I am ok with this.
I’m going to write therapeutically tonight, maybe hook up the Wii and play some good games for a little while. It’s so quiet around here at night lately. The kids are being good, falling asleep at night, sleeping through the night. It almost feels like I’m in an alternate reality, a dream. That I am going to wake up from this dream and nothing will have changed.
A Break In The Action
Another dreary day. I wanted to stay in bed, but I had to get out and work a little. At least I am paying the bills. I am trying. I am working on getting better. I went out to the bookstore and picked out Chloe’s Christmas break journal. I love it. It’s black and pink and smells like pine trees. I also looked at some Christmas candles. I want to get a set. A peppermint and a gingerbread one. I’m trying to get mentally adjusted for when the kids are home full time next week, and I’m preparing for Dennis to be on the road again. *sigh* It’s like I am single. I have this man that I can see through a window, and he’s never really home or around for me. I know deep in my heart that if I turned to Auz, the situation would be the same. Auz is in a similar situation. Maybe he would come home to me every night, but he would be gone for long hours. I’d be alone, with the kids. But I know that is not going to happen. I know that I will get over these feelings of loneliness and sadness, and some day I will be happy again. Someday. It seems so far away. At least after this gap, I’ll have him home for a few months. We’ve vowed to work on our relationship, and I have vowed to attempt to clean up as best as I can. It’s just important that we get through Thanksgiving and Christmas for now. Then get through the winter.
Chloe got over her mood swing from this morning, and she did her homework without any prompting from me! I was surprised that she actually did it on her own. Usually I have to remind her about a thousand times, and then she still refuses until one of us sits down with her and monitors her work. Yes, she tries to get out of it once she starts. Sometimes she actually throws away her pens or pencils, so she has an excuse not to do anything but watch TV. Once she even did some laundry to get out of her homework. I was kind of amazed that a five-year-old would want to do laundry or clean her room than do simple written homework.
I actually feel a little better tonight. After the resolution of what to do with my relationship and future, I don’t feel so bad. The most of it was not knowing what was going to happen or when. It was scary. I kept picturing myself homeless or locked away in a mental hospital forever. Even though I read the results of my evaluation, and I know that I could never get sent away.
We’re getting warnings of snow tonight/tomorrow morning/tomorrow afternoon/tomorrow night. I can’t believe we’re going to be getting snow already. It doesn’t seem possible. Then again, it doesn’t seem possible that school will be letting out for Christmas break in a little over two weeks, or that we’ve only got a month and a half left of the year. Where has the time gone?
Schooling Blues
It took a lot of begging and pleading to get Chloe to go to school this morning. I told her she could be sick all next week if she had to; there’s no school next week. She wasn’t really sick, she just didn’t want to go to school today. I know she over-heard me telling my mom that next week there is no school, then another week of classes, and final exams. What first grader has to have finals?? What the hell did they learn since August that would require an actual exam? Maybe I don’t want to know that, since I saw Chloe reading a science book that was teaching the periodic table.
What shocked me was she said, “As soon as I’m eighteen, I’m outta that school! AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME STAY!!” Good grief. Five years old and already planning to drop out of school? She already has a plan?! And there’s a good possibility that it could work?? I’m not sure where she learned that from, especially since her father and I are college graduates. In fact, she witnessed me going to school just a year ago. Of course, like any other five year old, she feels that she is far smarter than her father and I. For example, I know she’s been getting into the food late at night. I’ve saw her go into the kitchen and eat crackers, pieces of cheese. Just because I’ve never confronted her on this, she thinks she’s getting away with it!
I’m a little surprised that school is ending in just two weeks. Where did the semester go? Is November really half over yet? Is Thanksgiving really next week?
At least that means I have just a few more days (eight! but who’s counting??) of working with the Grimaldo twins to make sure they pass this semester. That’s my actual job description. Of course it would go a lot smoother if they wanted to pass and didn’t spend the sessions text messaging one another about me. I know they are, I checked one of their phones while they were away. It’s never a good idea to use your birthday as a passcode for a cell phone. At least if you’re trying to hide it from me, because if I know it, that’s the first thing I try. Next is a last name. Third? That celebrity you won’t shut up about. 
Of course working with those two is impossible. I remember them from classes back in the spring. They were the ones who microwaved their film badges and the school was shut down for three days because it was assumed there was one hell of a radiation leak in there; two film badges came back with ‘lethal doses’ on them! I was surprised they were let back in this semester. I witnessed students being permanently expelled for getting sick in Gross Anatomy. I was nearly expelled for refusing to dissect a cat that resembled my cat and asking for another one in Human Anatomy. So I don’t really understand how someone who caused a school-wide panic is still there, but I guess so.
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