February 26th, 2007 at 3:26 pm
(Interstitial Cystitis, News)
As if it wasn’t already bad…
So I learn yesterday, after seeing the kid in action, that my cousin’s babydaddy taught her to spit on her mother. Apparently he spit on her all of the time, so her daughter got the idea that it was acceptable to do. She also spat on my aunt. This is totally surreal. I don’t know what world I’ve been living in but I never expected something like this to happen in my family.
I haven’t heard anything about Jolene. I don’t know what is going on there. I suppose she is staying with her father. Joseph is out on bail, I guess, living with his mother.
Oh, and I’m flaring. So I’m going to go run a hot bath, go back to sleep, and prepare to go back over to my aunt’s tomorrow.
I have to ask mother if she has heard anything about Uncle.
This is damned depressing.
February 22nd, 2007 at 4:54 pm
(News)
We finally got heat back but I’m not going to be around much as there is a lot of drama going on in the family.
Firstly, there is the matter of Joseph beating on Jolene. It has been confirmed. Then there is the matter of my cousin’s baby-daddy beating her and possibly the child as well. We are not amused. I think there is something stupid in the water here. My aunt is beside herself, so we’re all taking turns keeping her company while my cousin tries to sort things out. Add to this that my favorite uncle having major surgery today for cancer, plus various other sundries- No, no I’m not going to be online much at all. I finally get back into my house… but I have family to take care of. And no, I’m not complaining, just explaining where I am going to be for the next however long.
I wish life would cut me a little slack here once in a while. 
February 17th, 2007 at 6:54 pm
(News, Thoughts)
Well, we are officially out of LP. We were supposed to get an entire new tank from a new service Wednesday, however, the blizzard sort of jacked that all up. We are at 0% now and, surprise- supposed to have an ice-storm in a few days. The service did not call us to tell us they would not be out the other day, neither did they call to offer to come out after the roads were clear since, yanno, we were up a certain creek sans locomotion. Eloric called them today but I have no clue as to what is going on. He is buying a kerosene heater and more blankets after work. I’m pretty honked at this service. You would think that a service that wanted to portray itself as reliable would at least call the day after the snow emergency to let us know what they could/would do.
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February 16th, 2007 at 9:25 pm
(News, Thoughts)
My mother called me today ostensibly to ask what Eloric’s brother Joseph’s middle name was. At least that was the beginning of the very… interesting conversation.
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February 12th, 2007 at 2:36 am
(News)
You know something… I really hate it when my parents don’t tell me things that are going on in their lives to “spare” me the worry. Yeah, I suppose that their lives are their lives and if they don’t want to tell me, that’s just tough diddy for me… but at the same token, I must tell all. I’m damned near 30 years old. Yes, maybe I’ll worry but if I couldn’t have dealt with stuff by now, I would have brained myself with the nearest bowling ball.
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February 4th, 2007 at 6:03 pm
(News)
Yanno, with all of this whining about the game, it had completely slipped my mind that something good has happened here in real life. As pointed out by the title of this post, we are not going to be subjected to the ethanol plant after all. Yay!
I find this to be a very good thing. I don’t want to see any finger-pointing about how lovely ethanol is for the environment and how terrible I am for not wanting to live half a mile from one. When the plant was originally proposed, the people of my town weren’t notified as to it’s future being-ness so we couldn’t even get together to oppose it. They only told us that why yes, we are going to build this distillery 1/2 mile from your homes, so suck it up, there’s jack you can do about it. But now it is not an issue. By the grace of the gods, the people who were going to build it decided that maybe that field over there wasn’t such a hot ticket after all and that they were going to look for another place to build the thing. Good, says I. Ideally it should be somewhere more centralized where it can get corn easier anyway. They should really think about building it near a rail hub and not in the middle of nowhere as we are. Also, I’m thinking they should build near others for ease of transport so they don’t have to use a ton of semis as they would have to use here, thereby negating the wonderful goodness they are trying to promote. But hey, what do I know, right?
So now I won’t have to complain about being rudely awakened by jake-braking or the incessant rumble of trains or losing part of my yard to widen the road. I won’t have to lament my little country idyll being ruined by a huge, industrial eye-sore or the noise or the raise in crime rate. Because now the possibility no longer exists.
I am happy. Really I am. No, really. I just sound angry because I hadn’t worked out all of my ire against the people who were going to build the thing without even so much as asking the people most-affected by it if they wanted the damned thing there or not. I have a lot of buried hostility to work through. I mean, as opposed to all of the overt hostility I have for everything else.
Heh.
February 2nd, 2007 at 5:11 am
(Better Living Through Chemistry, Interstitial Cystitis, WoW)
I am currently considering subjecting myself to Dr. Asshat in the rather near future to discuss different treatment options for my IC. I have come to the conclusion, based on careful observation (although unrecorded… my bad) of my body that most of my symptoms coincide with either my period or what I like to think of as an allergic reaction. If I’ve come into contact with an allergen, then I WILL flare on my period. If I am made to have a period (4x a year), thanks to Dr. Breedmore, I also flare. So what I am wanting to do is get put on a prescription antihistamine such as Atarax or Reactine- both of which are used to treat IC. And getting my other scripts refilled before hiking season is also highly desirable. Nothing worse than being stuck in a woods 3 miles from civilisation and flaring so hard you cannot move. Oh, and having to drag your pants down every 15 minutes out in the middle of nowhere to wee and carting along toilet paper and other sundries. Refill. Good. Maybe I’ll even admit to him that I haven’t taken Elmiron for nearly a year now and feel much better for not being on it. That should induce a shit-fit, since he thinks Elmiron is GAWD when it comes to treating IC.
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