Moving sucks

Even just moving around the corner. Yes, we literally moved around the corner. Not all of our little shit is out of our old place yet.

OMG I've been sick. Like going to the emergency room sick. I've been 3x since Friday morning. Once Friday morning around 7:30am after throwing up all night and having horrible pain, once at around 6pm Saturday night and then 2am Sunday morning. My poor boyfriend's birthday, may I add. I was dehydrated *every* time! It wasn't the nausea that was the problem. I can handle nausea at home. It was the pain. The ungodly, twisting, grinding and sharp pain in my upper abdominal region. Ok, so the first time I go in, Friday morning, I get a shot of Zofran (which my fucking insurance won't cover UNLESS I get it through ER treatment) and Dilaudid (and this shit is...well, let's just say it fucks your shit up.) And I hate it. There's a difference between stoned and outer space, and this shit will send you to outer space. Not the best feeling for someone like me. Hate it. But it works. The relief is so worth it. 5 minutes later and it's like, "ahhhh". Well, I go in Friday morning, get treated, get IV fluids and go home. He tells me to come back if I need to. I'm okay. And here's where I fuck up.

My best friend and her husband come down. They're down here like once in a blue moon, and so we meet at Applebees. I order a steak, and a baked potato. And I eat mozzarella sticks. Not so brilliant for someone who was puking up everything the day before. So I'm back Saturday at 6pm and the doctor, naturally, tells me about it. My best friend took me to the ER this time and I think she got a little offended. But you know what? He was just telling me what I needed to know and what I did know and I told him I knew and should've been more careful. He was treating me like a person, not like a nut. If you have never had a diagnosed chronic mental illness, unless you are unusually empathetic, you will truly not be able to understand what I'm talking about. I respect that. He could've been a prick and said, "suffer," but he was cool and he gave me the Zofran (the brilliant anti nausea medicine, phenergan sucks compared to it) and the Dilaudid.

Okay. 2 in the morning Sunday morning. I'm in again. Dehydrated. In pain. I'm taken in and hooked up to an IV right away. They have some brilliant people in the Columbus ER right now as far as hooking up IV's go. And my veins are horrible! Small, tiny and they love to move. I got the trifecta of fucked up veins. Anyway, this time they get me in and hook me up to a liter of fluids, gave me the Zofran and the Dilaudid right away. The pain is unreal. Seriously unreal. But the Dilaudid took it down to an 8 the last time they asked (10 minutes later). Then the pain started to go down. Way down. I'm halfway asleep and visiting the Andromeda galaxy when all of a sudden I go from 2,500,000 light years away to the moment of the big bang. The nurse had loaded me with what I thought was saline, but it ended up being another Zofran and ANOTHER full dose of Dilaudid. I look at the nurse and go, "Do you know when my uncle's birthday is?" and immediately felt like a tard. It was only 2 1/2 hours later. Holy shit. I was unable to walk out of the ER that night. But I went home, slept, and have been keeping down clear liquids and toast ever since.

I'm still sick. I have some kind of really fucked up stomach bug. It's not the flu, but whatever it is, the fucker is a mean ass virus. Vicious. I'm still having bouts of diarrhea, though I'm able to keep hydrated. I haven't seen my daughter since Thursday morning. But this is a vicious bug and I would not want to see her with it. Holy mother of God.

So the boyfriend's been on his own.

Another reason I've been away? I've had no internet. Fucking comcast has to bring me a USB capable modem, doesn't leave the installation disk for the hardware, go to the local office, they don't support it anymore! I have to buy a $30 USB to Ethernet adaptor. Good thing I know how to bitch, because I got $40 taken off my Comcast bill. So there. NOW I FINALLY HAS INTERNET! May the world rejoice! What an ordeal!

I'm tired of the inside of hospital rooms. Thank God I didn't have to stay...but ER's and hospitals and IV's and hospital beds and pain and sick and dizziness...over it already! Please let me feel better soon!

I'm going to see my Dr. and ask to see a urologist because I think there may be something fucked up with my kidneys or my bladder. Having this pain reoccur every few months...it's not normal. My brain gives me enough issues, my body doesn't need to crap out on me too.

Interesting, makes you think.

The notion of God as the Creator is wrong, claims a top academic, who believes the Bible has been wrongly translated for thousands of years.

This may piss off the people who ardently claim, despite any kind of irrefutable logic, that the Earth is only 5,000 years old. I mean, if you have faith, why do you have to reconcile it to a timeline? Why 5,000 years? I don't recall the Bible itself actually giving a creation date.

Honestly, I find nothing earth shattering in the above claim. The Earth could have already been here, but life wasn't. Isn't God supposed to be a creator of life? Translations of an ancient document over time (The Bible)...well, a lot of the original intended meaning was probably lost. Think about it. Even if God did write it, you really think we could get it right? There are problems in translation at times even when you speak the same language as the person you're trying to understand. Hebrew was translated into Greek, Latin, a fuckload of other languages and *finally* English. And then King James had to have his own version. Then there is the whole Catholic/Protestant thing.

I just don't think we'll ever fully get it, this side of life.

Any thoughts? Feel free to say anything. I love hearing from everyone else's viewpoints.

I peed with joy

It started with this and quickly sploded into an internet clusterfuck.

WHOSE RESPONSIBLE THIS? A new level of stupid has been attained. And now, there are T-shirts even!

But the funny really begins with this story.

Topless Robot is made of awesome!

And now I'm kind of backish.

A few days ago I just got out of the hospital. AGAIN.

UTI. AGAIN.

I'm seriously getting over seeing the inside of a fucking hospital room. And I'm still not feeling great. Hence, the rant below. I'm feeling extremely weak, and am currently riding the red river with Auntie Flo.

The next idiot who crosses my path will die a death of 1,000 stomps to their stupid face.

Aaaaand if having a UTI and Aunt Flo's lovely visit isn't enough......it's looking like Homegirl Mania's here to hang out.

Oh boy.

I just hope the crash doesn't come before Sunday, damnit. I have a 6 year anniversary coming up!

In other news...I'm kind of making an experimental rant journal. Not too sure how much I'll use it. Especially since I can't code Blogger layout to save my ass. It's called BitchPuppy.

And now, finally, back to the show!

Fuck, I haven't written in this thing in forever!

One of the fucked up things about staying at home all day...pretty much every day, is that I get tired of the god damned phone. I think it's because of my ex-husband. Now he's not the typical asshole stalker kind of ex. He's a great guy. He pays his child support every month. He is a loving and involved father who takes his daughter to school every day. I will always care about him as a person and as the father of my Boo. But he does tend to call a lot. A lot. I mean in upwards of 5x/day sometimes. It's like, I love ya man, but dude, that's way too fucking much! No wonder the phone rings and I'm like, "Fuck!" before I even know who's calling just because I'm tired of the phone ringing.

Boo is in first grade now. First. Grade. My baby girl, in first grade. It doesn't seem possible. I miss her so much during the day. It's quite an adjustment for her too, but I think she'll end up enjoying herself. She comes home tired.

Aunt Flo's back 5 FUCKING DAYS EARLY and she brought Crampy, Moody, and Bitchy. Hopefully Weepy will stay the fuck home. That's all I fuckin need. And hopefully I'll be done by the end of the week. Because I need sex. And I can't get it because the Red Sea flows from my vagina and my uterus feels like it wants to cave in on itself. I got a knockout cramp from my ovary this month that had me doubled over. It only lasted about 5 seconds, but wow. For the first couple of days I could've gladly heated a spoon with a lighter and scooped out my girly organs myself if I thought the pain would go away.

Going to see my 2 best friends this weekend. And there will be cheesecake! Seeing as I'm flowing, I can't get laid this week. And her cheesecake is as good as. Seriously. It's sex on a plate. I want it. Now. I don't even care what kind she makes. I just want it.

The little kitten that has been running around here has been declawed.

Kitten. DECLAWED. Outside.

Next time I see his owner I'm going to punch her. Hard. Or not, but I WILL tell her what I think of her. Which is that she's a stupid and selfish bitch. I am against declawing in general. In most civilized countries, it's illegal. It's mutilation. Most people don't even know what it is. They don't simply take a cat's claws. Imagine being annoyed with your fingernails, so you amputate your finger up to the first or second knuckle. That is what thousands of people do to their cats because they are too lazy to train them to a scratcher. SORRY. That's how I feel. It took me a grand total of 2 farking days to train my cat to the scratcher. Not. That. Hard.

On top of that, this kitten is *always* outside. Because his crackhead owners can't be messed to bother with him. I fed him siome. He was very hungry. Then I felt his claws and my annoyance with his owners turned to outrage. This kitten is outside with no way to defend himself. He can't even hunt.

Poor baby. And people wonder why I think most of the human race is destined to devolve into poo flinging monkeys.

Little chipmunk friend

I put out a cracker or 2 a day, anymore, because we have a little chipmunk friend. He was here last summer and this summer. I think he's a boy because I've never seen any baby chipmunks around. I think at the beginning of next month I may buy a supply of nuts and seeds for him so he can start fattening up, because I've grown to adore the little guy. I had to google it.. But this is a pretty nifty site.

I really need to get a picture of the little devil. He's so cute, and he'll go right up to the window where my cat is and just sit there and nibble his cracker. He doesn't give a *shit*. I think it's because my back porch is kind of closed off and he has several places in which to hide, so he's a cocky little thing.

I'm thinking of naming him.