More whining....

Last week, I got my X-rays back on my feet; I have heel spurs in both feet. I'm SO overjoyed to know there's not a lot short of surgery(that I cant afford) to do for my feet to get any better. I bought new insoles and heel cups the other day, and they help, but not nearly enough. I'm on an anti-inflammatory, which has the same effect as the insoles. I just don't know what to do beyond this.
Jason and I both woke up yesterday morning hurtin like hell. His back is out again(second time in about 9 days); my backs not out of place, but GOD it might as well be as stiff and achy as it is. On top of my back hurtin, it seems I have pulled a muscle in my right shoulder. It's knotted up real tight and can feel it pull and burn with every movement.
I think we need a new bed. This one is just too old and too worn out I guess. I dunno. I'm sure our combined weight isnt helping the poor mattress stay in shape either. We also both need to loose some weight. BAD. I hate looking like a fat pig.
My problem is, who wants to walk/stand on heel spurs for 7 hours then go home and stand/walk on them some more. My feet are a screaming, throbbing, painful mess by the time noon hits, and I don't clock out till 1. It literally feels like someone are hitting me in the heels with a hammer.
/sigh....advice?

Hello

      I almost totally forgot about this site, lol. Signed on in an attempt to find a poem that I had written that apparently didn't get written down in my book. but I haven't been able to find it here. I miss Yahoo 360. I HATE that they shut it down. Assholes. Anyways, been blogging again over here if anyone is still interested in the goings on in my life. Although there's a lot of things that I haven't talked about.

      Like the fact that Allen and I are no longer together, after we married, I wasn't nearly as happy as I pretended I was; and kinda fell for someone new. At 1st it was just an emotional kind of thing, then he turned into an absolute need for me. I wasn't right till I heard his voice every day, and again before I went to sleep. So when I was 'found out' so to speak, I left. And I haven't looked back. Judge me if that's what you feel like doing, but remember, this is my life, not yours. So other than your opinion, it doesn't really effect you.

       I live in Missouri with Jason now. It's been almost a year, and yes, I'm still happy. Ecstatically so. The only thing wrong in my life is the fact that my kids aren't in it. Just like when I left before, they chose Dad over me. Broke my heart but what can I do. I talk to them almost every day, and I miss them like CRAZY every second of every day.

       I've tried to get down there to see them, but seems like something goes wrong every time. My car had to go in the shop the first time. Came out from work one day to go home and it wouldn't start. The a/c compressor went out and seized up completely, not even letting the motor turn. So had to have a by-pass pulley installed. SO guess what? No more a/c in my car. Oh happy day! Only had a hellaciously HOT summer. 

      Didn't really matter tho, After I got it fixed, the registration expired. SO I couldn't drive it anyways. I want Allen's name off of it, so I sent him a message asking if he would send me a notarized statement giving me full ownership, he said he would....and still hasn't done it. I'm not surprised, he's always been a huge procrastinator. Does things when he feels like, instead of when its asked of him. Whatever, bygones.

       The my birthday came along, and although I didn't realize it till a few weeks ago (birthday is in June) my license expired. In Arkansas, this wouldn't have been a problem. But in Misery, as its so lovingly referred to here, you have to have a certified copy of your birth certificate to get your license. So, now its gonna be another 6-8 weeks before I can get my license, then insurance on my car, then I have to get it inspected, then registered. Such a pain in the ass.

     But, mark my words, it WILL happen. Hope to you all still blogging, and hope even more to find you all still healthy and happy. 

Peace

Good Day....

     So, Austin (Jason's 12 yr old) had his 1st football game the other day. He only got to play one play, had no player contact, and the team lost; but it was still a good day. It's a unique sight to see that proud smile spread across Jason's face. Proud of his boy, for playing football. Instead of just sittin at home playin video games lol. Daddy gets all mushy when it comes to his kids. He's such a good daddy. I wish the ex-bitches would realize this; there's 2 little boys out there who are missing out, and we miss them both more than they could ever know. So if you "moms" are reading this....grow up and stop using your kids as weapons.
    Jason bought me a ring the other day....I'll post pictures later, if I remember. It's quite special! He paid a whole .25 for it, out of a quarter machine. Its bright orange and has a little rainbow swirl sticker in the middle of it. LOL! Hopefully one day, if I'm lucky, I'll get a real one; even if we never get married. Anyhoo.....subject change!
     I went to the doctor about my feet yesterday; and I'm so glad I did. She thinks I have Plantar Facetious. She took X rays(get results sometime next week) to make sure I dont have heel spurs and gave me a script for Meloxicam (anti-inflammatory). Oh, and then told me to take Tylenol for pain. WTF! My reply was 'Tylenol is shit!' to which Jason told me to watch my mouth. Haha! Not sure the Dr appreciated the little outburst, but damn man! Tylenol? Really?! The only way that crap does any good is if its mixed with codeine. And you know I'm right! 
Anyways, as soon as we got to the car from picking up my pills, I took one. So glad I only have to take one a day, I'm terrible about remembering that kind of thing. This morning when I woke up, I was dreading getting out of bed. It hurt SO bad when I got up yesterday I was almost terrified to stand. Had to tho coz I had to pee, lol. But it didnt hurt! At all! So overnight I went from wanting to cry coz I hurt so bad, to wanting to cry coz I DIDN'T hurt. Yeah, I know, I'm all over the place.
    Due to all the new lack of pain, I actually had a pretty good day at work. My feet didnt start botherin me till about 11:30, and even then it was more than bearable. No limping around for the first time in months! Definitely a pretty good day. After Jason picked me up and we got back to the house, we pulled the cars out and washed them both. Then we got out the shoe polish and put Jason's Lincoln up for sale. 800.00 OBO. Let's see what we can get. :-)
    So... pain free AND constructive. Yep! Definitely a good day.

Ouch!

At the butt crack of 4:45am this morning, on my day off mind you; my alarm(s) went off. I sat up to lean over to grab my phone (my alarm clock) and I my wrist twisted wrong with all my upper body weight coming down on it. It didn't twist normally though (up or down) it twisted to the side in the direction of my thumb. 


HURT LIKE A BITCH!!!!


Now, that tendon(or whatever its called) feels like its been hyper extended or something. Minimal swelling though so I guess thats a good sign. But my God it hurts when I grip and lift anything with my left hand now. Feels like my thumb and wrist are on fire.


Should make for an interesting day at work tomorrow if it's still bothering me.

Slow Day

 Had a slow day at work today. It's always slow on holidays but it was even slow for a slow day. So I took the time I had and got a few things things cleaned up (deli case, sharpened the meat slicer, ect.) The girl who was working with me today is the night shift assistant manager. I hate working with her. She don't do shit. Took her an hour and a half to get the salad bar ready this morning. Something that normally takes me 15 minutes TOPS. She ignores customers most of the time, which makes me stop what I'm doing to take care of it. I don't know why but even knowing this is how 90% of the worlds population is these days, it bugs me. Don't let me sit there and do all the fricken work, your getting paid too... earn it!


  Hmm... I think thats all I have right now. I been off work since 1pm and I really havent done ANYTHING. Sat here playin FFXI off and on all evening. Jason and I wrestled around earlier. That was fun. :D I do love being man-handled by him. Speaking of which, I can't wait till he man-handles me later when everyone else is asleep. Hehee!

Been a while

       Man! Its been so long since I've blogged. Literally years. I miss writing, so when Eddie sent me a request to 'fan' his blog, I thought what the hell I'll give it another go. Prolly wont post very often, I don't actually spend a lot of time online unless I'm on my game (FFXI). Don't know what that is? Google it! Coz you know Google has the answer to everything, lol.

     So, what do I write about? Hmm....
I could bitch about how much I loathe my job at the grocery store deli, but love my Assistant Manager to pieces. She's the only reason I've stayed there this long. Well...her and the fact hat on my days off I stay at the house rather than look for a job coz my feet hurt SO damn bad.My feet!  I could bitch for DAYS about how much they hurt me. I need to get to a doctor about them but I don't have the money. If Jason was working, I would but he's been out of work for a while now and not having any luck finding a job. /sigh

      I could bitch about how much I long for Jason, me and the boys to be in a place of our own. Our own home....oh my what a thought. I would love to be able to do a  few things MY way, instead of having to ask permission for everything. Ugh! Timmy and Austin (Jason's sons) are so spoiled. Not in a theyre allowed to do anything and get what they want kind of way....but in a they don't do anything for themselves kind of way. How many 12 & 15 yr olds do you know who still get their dinner plate made for them. Even more....how many do you know who still get their meat CUT FOR THEM! Drives me insane. We get our own place and that shit will be changing. They will also be taught a few things. Like how to cook a meal on their own, how to wash a dish the proper way. How to wash their own laundry. Timmy is 15 yrs old, will be moving out on his own in just a few short years, and has NO CLUE how to survive! My boys were washing dishes and doing laundry and cooking since they were 8! Johnny LOVES to cook.
        So I think, and I'm sure Jason would be down with it, that once we get into our own place, once a week the boys will cook dinner. They will pick out a different recipe, they will do all the preparations, from getting the ingredients they need right down to prepping. They will cook it, they will serve it and they will handle all the clean up. They will also do all their own laundry, on top of cleaning their rooms and taking out the garbage every day. They need to learn these things.

Work Update

I do more and more every day. Yesterday I got to sit in the big girl chair (main admit window) all day! I did almost all of the admits, ALL the discharges and a good deal of the ref. labs. It was a good day. Then I get this one patient...I get him almost totally admitted, ask when he's here for, and he say "Car accident, but I've already been seen, I just need to use the phone'
*blank stare*
(cue Alley McBeal 'if thoughts could kill' scene)

So I delete his file and just as I'm about to hand him the phone....someone opens the door and a rush of air hit me....along with this guys B.O.
 O.M.G.
He smelled so fraking bad, I had to FORCE myself not to gag. He sat there a good 10 minutes, made 7 phone calls on the hospitals dime....but since he was looking for someone to come pick him up, I had to let him. Thankfully he was gone shortly after he finally got a hold of someone. I don't know how much more I could have handled. Ugh!

So....aside from the smellies....and the huge knot in between my shoulder blades from sitting at the computer for so long....I'm kinda liking this new gig.