Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

Recently I was apprised of an upcoming situation. My parents mentioned about three months ago "maybe" taking the boys to W@shington-DeeCee for "Corey's graduation gift". I'm not sure how he feels about his gift including his little brother AND a week or so with his Nana and Pap (LOL!) but anyhow, he's thrilled about getting to go back. He spent ONE day there a couple years ago when he went with the church for the Supr3m3 C0u4t hearing re: T3N C0mm@ndm3nts.

Anyhow, since my FIL, who also works for my dad, has to serve j\/ry duty next week, they've decided to take off! Sheesh! Why don't you warn a woman!?

So Tommy and I are gonna get a practice run at the Empty Nest thing. I guess. I mean. Well, I'm not sure we CAN in one week. Not with the shape our marriage is in lately anyhow.

There's just not a lot of closeness. There wasn't much anyway, and now he works more than ever and is so stressed all the time, constantly getting calls from work, etc. Blah! At least he's finally starting to see that and is finally talking about it some. But for Tommy to talk and DO something, that's two entirely different things.

Anyhow, I got this little forward in my email today. It was kinda cute. And kinda not.

I'm sure most all of you have seen the W0m3n's Rul3s email where it lays down the rules from the women to the men...y'know. There's always the one about the toilet seat and talking to us more, yadda yadda. I have always related to most all of those and found them pretty funny. Not really so much "male bashing". I don't have it "on me" to look at right now, but I never really found any of them to be offensive. Of course, I AM a female and maybe it's impossible for me to take offense at any list of rules made by women for men. *shrugs* ?? I dunno, but I am able to discern when things are unfair or in bad taste, whether they are by a man or a woman.

Okay, so I got this thing in my inbox which of course is a retaliation for the Gal's rules. I got to looking around on the 'net for it and see that the email wasn't an original as I'd first thought, but it's been circulating for awhile.

But there were several things on that list that just irked me, just really got under my skin in a big way. Really BAD.

So here is my rebuttal. Take it for what it is...whatever it is. The internal cries of a woman facing the old 3mpty nest syndrome fearing a life of emptyness with a husband who has nothing in common with her. The rantings of a mostly insane gal who is not amused by the spoiled-bratty rules typed up by some pathetically immature man who wishes his mommy looked like the chicks in his girlie mags but would still make him chocolate milk when he whines and giggle when he farts.

Here: (and my apologies to all the very nice menfolk who visit here and who I KNOW are not at ALL like the idiots who would Amen the following...)

The Guys' Rules­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down Finally , the guys' side of the story. (I must admit, it's pretty good.)
We always hear "the rules" From the female side.
Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules!
Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!

1. Men ARE not mind readers.
Granted, some women tend to want men to read their minds, however, Men COULD try a bit of sensitivity. that would be a very good and totally acceptable substitute for mind reading.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
Okay...there is a reason for the lid on the seat. It's so we all don't have to look in the toilet all the time...or so the kids don't play in the potty...or the dog doesn't drink out of it...or things don't fall into it (like your car/hunting/golfing/gaming magazines?).

You're a man (or Big Boy?), you should be able to reason these things out for yourself. It's a mechanical thing, it's there for A REASON. Put the seat down AND CLOSE THE LID.

Thank you.

1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon
or the changing of the tides.
Let it be.
Actually, Moon phases and Tide changes are nothing like sports. Those are things God made and things that have True and Recognizable Seasons. Sports are CONSTANT. You CAN be entirely ridiculous about them. Moderation in all things.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport.
And no, we are never going to think of it that way.
I agree. How about that?!

1. Crying is blackmail.
Not always. The sensitivity comes in here again. Use your head for something besides storing sports scores or opening season dates, okay? Think outside yourself for a minute or two and find out the reason for the tears. You're a big boy. I'm sure you could figure it out....

IF YOU WANTED TO.

And if you're with a girl (because WOMEN aren't petty enough to use "blackmail") who's vain enough to cry you into submission, then maybe you're shopping in the wrong store?

1. Ask for what you want.
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!
Okay, this one is 50:50. Sometimes, yes, it is best to just spit it out, which is usually hard for a woman. Other times, there are things a man should KNOW. Like when it's your anniversary, or when it's her birthday. Grow a brain, how about it? We are NOT your external brains, PDA's, reminder services, mommys, etc. Got it?.

1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question.
Agreed. And "I forgot" is almost never.

1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That's what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

DISAGREE.
If a husband can't give his wife sympathy, what good is he? If a wife can't turn FIRST to her husband with ANY problem, then he isn't being a good husband. Period.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem . See a doctor.
Most definitely. It's probably a too-mah. You should probably go along with her. Chances are, you're the carrier.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.
Nope. If you say it, you'd better mean it. Otherwise, keep your mouth shut. There's not much that makes us angrier than when you say something you don't intend to follow through with (or you conveniently forget about). A MAN should mean what he says. Boys say things they can't back up.

So which one are YOU?

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.
Well, I for one have no use for soap opera guys OR victoria secret girls. so that's settled.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.
Don't ask us.
I wouldn't dream of it. But if you're thoughtless and heartless enough to tell me I'm fat or hint at it, then you don't deserve a woman anyway.

You need a dog instead. One that farts and slobbers at least as much as you do.
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1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one .
Your new word for the day: SENSITIVITY.

1. You can either ask us to do something
Or tell us how you want it done.
Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
Wow. Now let's hold a mirror up, boys, and say that. Works both ways, fellas.

1. Whenever possible , Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
And we always thought it was just the children who needed limits set on their TV time. Of course, we were naive enough to think we were dating adults too...(some of us, thankfully, were!)

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
Obviously, you guys haven't been watching the History Channel, huh? Mr. Columbus DID need directions since he thought he was in Asia instead of The Carribean Islands his first time out.

Hit the "OFF" button, put down the remote AND READ something that doesn't have bendy covers!

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
Everyone knows most men are color blind. At least THIS woman has and will NEVER send a man to make any purchases involving colors.

1. If it itches, it will Be scratched.
We do that.
It is the hope of civilized women AND men everywhere that at least you might have enough self-control and dignity to do your scratching in private and not in public as if it is yet some other spectator sport you compete in.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.
If we say nothing is wrong, it's because it's too much hassle to attempt to use small words to communicate with you again. We know you'd rather blurt out a hurried "I'm sorry" so you can get us off your back, so why bother? We know you don't give a crap anyway, but learning to live with it (if we're opposed to divorce or have too little self-image to leave you) takes a long time.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.
Good. Then don't expect to hear that you look like a fine manly-man in your sweat-stained t-shirt, ripped baggy sweats and we want you bad with your unshaven face and unwashed pits and your unchanged tightie-yellowies that reek and the comb-over look just makes us wanna get nasty right there in the basement beside the mini-beer-fridge and TV set while M*nster G@r@g3 is on, uhkay?

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear Is fine... Really.
See above. Oh, and don't ever EVER say "Find me somethin' to wear right quick, honey."

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,
or golf.
So, you mean "Never ask us anything or expect to have a conversation with us unless we are *in da mooood*." Right?

1. You have enough clothes.
According to who? You? And you know about my clothes how??

1. You have too many shoes.
How would you know? Have you looked at my shoes? For that matter, have you ever looked at my feet?

1. I am in shape Round IS a shape!
Therefore, I am in shape also. Stop your bitching.

1. Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;
But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.

Good thing.

Very, very, VERY good thing.

Posted by subject G~ at 08:20 PM | Permalink | Comments (14) | TrackBacks (0)

sheesh!

I can't keep up with life these days!! Not even with my own blog, let alone with everyone else's!

So okay, I'm posting to avoid that horrible blank void on my blog. What to say?

Most of what I could say, you probably don't wanna hear....

Sis and her new man seem to be happy as the proverbial two turtle doves. They didn't go anywhere. Well, I mean they didn't go stay anywhere. They ran all over town and visited just about everyone they know. They put up their mailbox and had their sa+illi+e +v installed and a new phone jack put in...they had coffee every morning on the porch together and watched the sun set out there in the evening.

All in all, I think that taking the week to just spend at home together was a good idea. Even though I kept pushing them to GO SOMEWHERE. I wish Tommy and I had had a week to spend together instead of just a few days. *sigh* Yeah, we had a great few days, but it was over and back to The Grind way too soon. I think the Bible custom of the new couple having a year...a YEAR....to learn about each other, to become accustomed to being two-as-one, etc. is an EXCELLENT idea! ;) Even a month or two nowadays would be wonderful. *sigh* If only!

Anyhow...I even think maybe we'll learn to get along with Him. ;) It's still a little early to say for sure. I mean, we have yet to get through the holidays with the new couple. (I'm dreading that, somehow...we've been doing it "our way" for a long time, now we gotta change it again. poo) He seems to do better one-on-one with people than in a group. Maybe. Case helped with the mailbox thing. He got some tools for them and He talked an unusual lot to Case. Then when they came up here to return the tools, He talked to me some about computers. Maybe it's in getting on a topic he relates heavily too as well. Hmm... Ah, well...

I'm still going to the chiro. Still not "holding" re: the atlas (upper most bone in spine, where skull rests) Still getting some headaches, but they seem to be more in the neck and jaw area and not so much like the migraines I had been getting. They're bad all the same, though. *sigh*

I'm still taking all of the meds I had been. About half of which cause drowsiness and/or fatigue. :( I am SO tired of being tired. I could sleep all day and all night, I think. The only good thing is that the one migraine med causes a loss of appetite and so, I've been losing some weight, or at least some inches. Now if I only had enough energy to get some exercise! *sigh* For now, I won't complain about being down a size. No way!

Things are coming together for Corey's M-st@ng, parts are being gathered, half the balance has been paid off in one third of the time alotted. We got him the struts that made it drivable for his birthday and Casey bought him a silver pony to replace the faded red-white-blue one with the broken tail. Ptiful! So he was thrilled and he's so pleased to have half of it paid off already. If the Trep and the Expl0rer will just hold up til ... well, til we can get by without them, I guess. Sheesh.

I am now looking for a vehicle that costs under 20K and gets 50mpg. Tommy says I'll be looking for a long time. *hmph* I'm sick of these blasted gas prices. And what with the Exp's check engine light coming on and all manner of other not-so-groovy things going on with it? Well, I figure I might oughta be looking. Even if we can't afford to buy anything. Maybe we oughta just get the bikes serviced? Do like Bikin' Abby? Hmm? Except we live in the rurals, not the 'burbs. Buzzing over to the Stop-n-Shop for a few items isn't an option. *sigh* When we make a trip to the grocery, it's for more than a bike basketful. *siiiigh*

We've now mowed the yard twice. It's needed it probably four times. Dandelions are running amok, of course, like they do every year. But it's been absolutely gorgeous on the good days and just dreamy to have the windows open and be able to hear the birds and feel the breezes. I've instructed the boys that when I'm old and ready for the home, just make sure I can hear the birds. That makes all the difference in the world to me. To be able to hear the birds. *ahhhh*

The Linda-gang finally made it to my humble sty a few days ago. After the rain cancelling a cookout at their house, and a ton of baby chicks taking up their living room, we had them over here. Wild. :) I actually made it through the prep, which wasn't much considering that they brought basically all of the food!! I think a basically good time was had by all. At least the kids. "When can we come back, Mom?"
"We have to go home first."
"Can we go home and then come right back?"
You can guess what she said at like 10:30pm?? LOL!

Well, that's about all I can do for an update right now. I'm really hurting tonight. Always hurts pretty bad after one of those adjustments with the big thingie. What is that thing, Claire? Anyhow, it wipes me out. Hope I can recoup tonight so I can tackle the grocery list tomorrow! Oh, and the laundry. Gah. How I hate laundry.

Posted by subject G~ at 11:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (18) | TrackBacks (0)

I'm very, 'stremely tired, so here are some kinda random photos for you and my fren' Speedy to tell you a little about how things went.....

Hondelay! Hondelay! [no, I don't know how to spell it OR what it means and I've look ALL over the web for it. DEAL with it. you know what I mean...] Arriba! Arriba!! Speedy Gonzolez heere. No time for chateeng. Dar eez news to report! First photo, pleez?

No, hee's no sad...hee tryeeng no treep on dee chaarz. Si, da senorita, shee lookeeng booteeful.

Weddeeng eez ovur. Now eez time for de keessseeng! Iy! Iy!!!

Heere eez de seelly lookeeng couple. Si. It look like hee hass beeen chake-eeng her chimichangas back dar, but hey *shrug* Whachoo gon' do? Dey eez mah-reed today!

Heere eez de mose eem-portan' part of de marr-y-age! De cake!

Meybey de chake-eeng of de chimichangas waz too much for dem?

Heere eez de keez from de mama. Deez eez de G~'s favorite photograph, she tell me.

Heere eez de new familee all together. Awww.

De newlyweds eescapeeng...

De happee an' ree-leeved an' tired an' broke an' tired an' ree-leeved an' tired...parents.

Heere eez jess some random cheelrens who come to de weddeeng to eat food.

[next day] Thees eez de G~'s boy. Hee eez now old.

Des eez some weird bunch of hombres, no? Si!!!

[April 2] Thees eez de G~'s other boy. Hee eez now old too. But not so old as that other boy.

Day teenkeeng meybey hee eez haveeng some mental problems, si?

An' heere eez real live turkee. Oh, an' dead one eez on de ground dar.

Posted by subject G~ at 01:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (11) | TrackBacks (0)

ARGH!!!

Have I mentioned the concerns I have about Sis's choice here? I think I have. Instead of getting less as the time approaches, they are getting MORE.

I swear, I may just have to strangulate the said person who is not being mentioned here before this is over...or shortly thereafter.

ARGH!

In other news, I think this new chiro feller is helping. His name is Dr. O for future reference. This is the first day I haven't had an episode of big-time headache for at least some period of time during the day. 'Course the day's not over yet, I realize, but usually, if I'm gonna have one, right now is prime time.

I'm sleeping lots better and believe it or not? The neck pain is quite a bit less today. I'm beginning to be a believer, Claire! ;) I have to go back to see him in the morning, right after Corey's hair cut (hallelujah and praise be to God!) then hopefully I'll feel like dashing into The W-place to try and find a more colorful, springy tie for Corey.

He doesn't like the red/denim-blue paisly one I got for him to go w/the navy slacks and sapphire blue dress shirt he's wearing. The only other option we had, after the rather loud red-white-AND-blue tie, was a solid black one....which, yes, may be more suitible, considering my inclination toward screaming "DON'T DO IT!!! DOOON'T DOOO IIIIIIIIITTTT!!!" and my totally innocent and involuntary episodes of referring to it not as a wedding but a FUNERAL, but alas....my mother would pass plum away.

*sigh*

Tomorrow, other than helping Mom do some veggie washing and stuff like that...and hopefully not a lot of other stuff that she's not told me about!!! I need to make two chocolate sheet cakes for the big giant naked fudge cake.

Yep. Naked fudge cake. That's how he ordered it, my strange odd son. He wants a fudge cake ..... WITH NO FUDGE ON IT!!!

He gets that kinda nonsense from his father, let me assure you. My fudge cakes are NOT naked. I'm going to allow it to remain naked long enough for him to blow out his candles, get his weird naked piece and THEN the FUDGE is gonna flow!!!

Sheesh! Who ever heard of fudge cake without fudge?!?! Silly boy.

I've just about got all this wedding crap outta my hair. Took me forever to get those name 'plates' written for the 'in memory' candles. Those things made me a nervous wreck. Gah!

Right now, I need to deliver this huge banner jiggy that goes on that flashy sign outside, the two gifts I got Sis, the "wedding" book I finally got fixed (believe it or not, it's a $1 book Mom got to use as a memories dealie...I added pages with lines and titles such as "Wedding Guests" and "Shower Gifts") That thing was a pain and a half to get the stupid ribbon back in (duh, it was bound with gauzy, see-thru ribbon)...and yeah, I had to trim all the fraggles off the edges!! (that's what they're CALLED! don't ya'll know nuthin'!??) And some other stuff...

Oh, and it wasn't at all hard to tell Sis why I thought the James not B0nd song wasn't appropriate. She didn't really think it was either, apparently. Then I just came out and asked her if it was his idea. Yeah.

Why am I not surprised?

Aw, well he just liked it cause it said all that beautiful crap, and of course that made her go weak in the knees. *sigh* So I pulled out my CD of Pachelbel's Guitar & Violin Canon and Gigue in D major. Sounds awful to read, but it's a beautiful piece of music and perfect for an informal wedding march.

Anyhow, she loved it cuz she's always loved guitar music and she was sold from the first few strums. Then Mom tells me this morning that He Who Shall Not Be Mentioned (ARGH!) had made a big stink about it last night and he is pitching a fit for the James not B0nd song. GAH!!

Shame on me for the bad name I'm thinking right now. :(

Anyhow, Sis came up to get that not B CD this afternoon and it didn't register with me til she was already out of the drive what he was going to do....

I'm serious....that No Name Dude is pushing it with me.

*snarl*

Posted by subject G~ at 02:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (11) | TrackBacks (0)

Lordy.

My sis came up this morning. She brought me this CD that has the song she wants to march down the "aisle" to.

People, I've never heard of this guy before. He looks like a throw back from the 60's, the name is James, but not B0nd. and his compilation of 'melodies' (I quit listening after listening to the one she indicated to me) is titled B@ck to Bedl@m.

Yeah. This song she wanted, she told me as she tried to mimick the sing-sing-songinness to me, goes, "You're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful"... yadda, yadda, ad nauseum.

What she omitted, or maybe she didn't even realize, was the other wonderful words in the song...the ones about seeing this Beautiful One on the subway you were with another man but he won't lose any sleep because he has some kind of plan (which is never mentioned again, which irritates the heck outta me. Then he goes on to say that nothing matters because I'm never gonna have you. That's not even mentioning the nasty word in the middle of the song that I'm wondering if Sis even ever noticed or forgot or WHAT?!?!

*sigh* See why she worries me so much?!?! I mean, first she wanted B8B Se@g@r's "We Gots Tuhnight, Baybay". And what the heck is THAT song about?? I know your plans don't include me
Still here we are, both of us lonely....We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow
We've got tonight babe, why don't you stay... What the HECK kinda wedding song is THAT?!?!??!?

Heaven help me, that poor girl just don't have much goin' on upstairs all the time and it seems to be less and less the closer we get to this thing and the more little things I hear back from The Lump the more I don't be liking him and the more I worry about her.

Oh, I think once she gets sick of his pain in the butt, stick in the mud, set in his old-haint ways, she'll tell him off and he'll either change his tune, or she'll set him out with the garbage. She's just that-a way. But til then? Can we LIVE with the situation?!?! I mean, we gotta try to keep our noses out of it, even when we wanna rip his sorry head off and scream in her face!!! GAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

I've been fighting with computer today. Trying to get last-minute decoration/keepsake/etc. stuff done for the wedding. Things have not been going very well.

Headaches are still lurking around, but they're not quite as killer as they had been. Maybe the T-m@x is finally beginnning to work and the @xert is definitely working on keeping the accute pain at bay without making me all draggy and spacey. PTL!

Gotta do a big sign to cover one of those big ol' yellow ones...y'know the kind that lights up w/the black flashing arrow on top? Well that thing. I have a roll of white card stock I've had for ages, so I'm going to put it to good use. But that means I got a lotta coloring to do!!! Ha!

Maybe I'll try to pick up some giant markers at the dollar store after I see the chiro today.

Oh, Dia...the Benny Drill worked okay for Tuck, but it seemed to take a LONG time to work and didn't work very um...well, throroughly. I just gave less than the lower dose, with was half-teaspoon. I was told I could give him up to a whole teaspoon, so I guess that's what we'll do and not wait til we're getting ready to head out, but give it to him when we first started getting dressed or something.

Oh, and we gave it to him in eggs, so he never knew it was yucky meds at all. He thought it was a real treat and was waiting all expectantly for another "dose" of eggs the next morning! HA!

Okay...I gotta git!

Love yas!!!

Posted by subject G~ at 01:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (6) | TrackBacks (0)

...haven't seen any new docs...or old ones for that matter. The chir0 is out of town so I see him Monday afternoon. I guess he'll do the ear thing on me then, Claire. LOL.

I'm doing better re: low blood sugars. But I'm having unexplained highs in the morning. Without eating anything at all!! It's weird!! One moring it was 125 when I woke up. Perfectly acceptable! Great, even! Then, about two hours later, without eating one morsel of food, it was 263! What the heck?!?!

So, I adjusted the basal from 8am til 10am up .10 unit. We'll see what that does. *shrugs* Why did all this stuff have to be going on NOW???

Gah.

Um, okay...I called Dr, K and asked about getting something different to help with "breakthrough pain". (ha!) The FI0rIc#t wasn't working at all, so he put me on @xer+. I'd never heard of it before, but it's working. It's not even a narc! Ha! Thank God something will help me get through this next weekend! Hallelujah!

In other news, Tucker's going to just have a fit when things start getting chaotic here. I called the vet to see about getting some kind of sedative for him. The lady questioned me quite a lot about why I wanted to sedate him. I explained he was very hyper, get very nervous and upset when any of the family was gone and with us all running in and out of the house, he'd be really freaked out.

She suggested that I put him in a crate and put him in a back room. Wouldn't he be fine then?

I wanted to say Lady, you obviously are not understanding what I'm saying to you....

If we put Tucker in a crate now? He'd spazz out and probably go into anapoodlactic shock! He hasn't been in a crate since he was about 9 weeks old!

So, I informed her that putting him in a crate would be worse than not doing anything for him at all. She said she'd talk to the doctor and call me back. She called back to tell me Children's BennyDrill would work, two possible dosages and that I needed to try beforehand to see how he'd react.

I gave him the smaller dose today. He might be just a tiny bit more llackadaisical today, but he still jumps up to bark and carry on at the slightest noise. *sigh* Everyone's gone today 'cept me, so he's kinda weirded out again. I guess we'll try the larger dose tomorrow.

Today, I am trying to get some wedding things done. I have to make this scroll-looking banner that will sit across a stand holding three pillar candles. It will 'say' In loving memory. The candles will each have an embossed...sheesh....don't know how to describe it...they were cards made so that you could personalize them with either a rubber stamp thing or a calligraphy initial inside this oval shaped embossed area. Anyhow, mom cut out the embossed oval and I'm supposed to write the names of my (and Sis's) papaw, mamaw and the groom's father. AND I CAN'T FIND MY CALLIGRAPHY STUFF!!!!!! GARRRR!

I also have to cut out about 40 small "ribbons" I printed. They have the names of the happy couple with the date. I'm going to cut them dove-tailed on one end and arrowhead on the other, punch a small hole in the pointed end for a silk ribbon, curve the paper then we'll tie them to little bells as favors. *sheesh*

And to top it all off? Yesterday Mom suggested that I write something for Dad to say!! A toast of sorts. She got the idea after the funny, talkative best man told her HE was going to make a toast. (that'll be a hoot, I'm sure) So now I have to come up with stuff for Daddy to say! He never said anything at my wedding, but then, I didn't write it out for it, did I?!?! Gah!

Corey's gone to get a certain hooligan chile belonging to Linda so's they can go to their pal's b-day party in another town. Case and Tommy have been gone since early morning to do their annual elk banquet to raise bou cous (is that how you spell it? it won't come up in my handy-dandy spell checker!) of moolah for elkses ever'whur. Gah. They'll be gone til late tonight. Gah, and double gah!

Okay...so I need to git.

Have a good weekend, ya'll! Dunno when I'll post again...or get to visit. *sob* But don't forget me. If I die, I'll have my son post an obit for ya, okay? Just so's you'll know for sure. ;)

Posted by subject G~ at 02:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (4) | TrackBacks (0)

Monday, I spent most of the day with Mom running around looking for stuff for the wedding. We needed some fabrics and such.

I had a really bad headache, but one that would change from minute to minute almost. Like it'd go from a 9 to a 3 without warning then back again in a matter of mere minutes, literally!

There's no rhyme or reason or pattern to these things. The only constants are that cigarette smoke will cause them every time, as will bending over or other strong chemical smells and loud noises.

*sigh*

So when we got home Monday, I was completely wiped out. Mom had found an ad in the paper about a new chiropractor that mentioned migraines. Up until now, any chiros here only dealt with the spine. Nothing in the arms or legs, and not much with the neck even, just the spine.

But this guy uses some different method of chiropractic, according to the ad/article. Anyhow, Mom called and got me an appointment for yesterday.

I was there for an hour just doing history! He asked me every question in the world!

I always like when a doctor is that thorough. He had never heard of Stevens-Johnson Syndrome, though, so I told him to read up on it. It was some nasty, fascinating reading. Sheesh. I mean, I couldn't even explain it to him, ya know?

When I explained to him about my neck and shoulders, about how the stiffness had started well before last November when Dr. M gave me those two painful, yet useless shots and told me I'd sleep all night and be all better, yadda, yadda... (I slept 2 hours, and was NOT all better) he walked aroud the desk to me and felt of my neck and that huge knot between my shoulders and declared, "I've felt rocks softer than that! No wonder you're feeling so awful."

Hmm.

So anyhow, all we had time for was that history, so I am going back today for probably x-rays and maybe a treatment. Oh, Lord, I hope he can give me some relief.

Please pray that he can AND that I can pay for it. (they don't accept M#dic@rE assignments) Poo.

~gentle hugs~

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Had it all typed out the other day about the awful scare I (WE!) had when my sugar plummeted so low that everyone had to be called in to mediate. Had it ALL typed out!!! Then, had to run off to an appointment, and forgot to save it!! ARGH!

*huff*

Okay...here goes again...

It was Saturday, April 1 (why not? gah) after having survived the trip to Lex on Friday, the b-day frivolities that night and most of the day Saturday while Corey and Tommy worked on that side job all day.

I got "rid of" (LOL!) all Case's guests by about 4:30pm, so when we got home, we were both exhausted with a capital E!! and made a pact to nap an hour and then get up to do damage control. *sigh*

Good deal. So we piled into my bed and all was right with the world, correct?

Not so. Gah.

Next thing I knew it was 8:30pm, Mom was there, Tommy and Corey were there in their dirty work clothes.

When Casey had woke up, he couldn't wake me, so he called his dad.

Who was running a backhoe and couldn't hear his phone, so Case left him a message. Then he called his brother. Same thing.

Then he called his Nana. He was so bumfuzzled he thought it was morning and told her, "I'm sorry to have to wake you up." *chuckle* Love his heart.

Anyhow, Nana came right up, but couldn't get anything in my mouth because shockingly, it was clenched shut so tightly my lips had turned blue.

Soon Tommy and Corey arrived after getting the messages. Tommy was really alarmed about the blueness, but Corey checked my nails to see if there was true oxygen loss. Nope. Seemed I'd just been clenched up like that for so long. ??? Sheesh.

So, Tommy dug out my glucagon kit, mixed the solution and gave me the injection.

Since I didn't react (come to) very quickly to it, Mom was still worried, so she kept giving me sugar...the rest of the can of pop she'd been trying to feed me (what didn't run down my neck before) and some icing....then a PBJ. So once I did come to, my sugars started to spike. And boy did they spike.

When I was finally able to get up, Tommy and Corey went back to work. They'd left the backhoe blocking the road because of the open ditch there....they had to get back. Poor guys. :(

Anyhow, I felt like crap, of course. During a low blood sugar (hypoglycemia), I sweat like crazy and am soaked when I come to, then as my sugars normalize, I start to freeze to death. I mean, like bone-chilling cold.

I changed clothes with a lightening-fast wash-off because when I'm THAT cold, I don't care if I stink, ukay? Then I piled up with a heat pad and about three thick quilts on the couch and started monitoring my sugars.

Every 15 minutes I have to check. And every time they were going up. It spiked at 400 even after bolus-ing (giving insulin with my pump) each time, but finally, it started to go down. Thank You, Lord!

I also have to drink as much water as I can when my sugar goes up like that. It helps to keep ketoacidosis at bay. (ketones are byproducts of the body burning fat as energy--which is what is happening when a diabetic's sugar goes above about 250--the ketones are like a poison and you can go into a coma if they get too concentrated in your body) [maybe I'll link this stuff] ---I DID!!!

Anyhow, drinking all that water when you're already freezing? NOT GOOD!! *BRRRRR*

So anyhow...I got over that. I lived, but probably lost some more precious brain cells. At least that's the theory about what happens when you go that low. *sob*

Besides that, it makes me feel so horrible when I know I've been the cause of such chaos. That I've caused 1 to 4 (or more?!?!) people to drop everything just to come tend to me. It makes me SO MAD at myself.

I just wanna die. >:*(

But yeah, I'm alive. Angry and hurting, but alive. Ha. Ain't that just great? Heh.

Got more to tell ya, so hang on. If I get time....more posts to come.

Love ya'll!

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Shower:::

All went well, considering. The weather was crappy. Wet, mushy and cold. Sleety-snowy stuff. But despite that, the turn-out was very nice.

FBIL's mother showed, despite having sent word indirectly (she always communicates TO Sis indirectly through others) to Sis that she wasn't coming. *sound of foot stomping and arms crossing here*....then it was she WAS coming *same sounds of foot stomping and arms crossing* ....then, a few days later, she was completely bedridden with pneumonia, even though she'd not failed to do all the things she normally does each day....that was the day before the shower....

So then she shows up, the day after being bedridden with pneumonia, she comes hobbin' on into the shower on her cane with "a touch of bronchitis".

*sounds of me gagging here*

Okay, maybe I already had some pretty harsh pre-judgements of the woman, but I honestly believe that even if I'd never heard of or met her before, I'd have come to the same conclusion about her. That she's a very domineering, manipulative and petty woman who was trying her dingdangedest to squelch all that (and failing pretty miserably a few times)....(let's face it, some things you just can't hide) Anyhow, that went okay. The M (as in Monster!) IL behaved fairly well compared to the way she'd behaved to Sis's face several times before. She seemed to take a liking to Mom's sister. The one who got kicked in the head by a horse when she was a little girl.

*rolls eyes*

That's the story about Aunt Lil. She's a lunatic, that one. She's 70+, but you'd probably guess her to be around 50. She usually wears really fancy, dark colors with shiny accents. Or her hair in a bandana with old loafers with the heels worn down from where she's walked on them so much...those and her clothes will be spattered with paint. She makes flower arranagements and paints things. Walls mostly, or pots or wooden cut outs when she can get the man across the road to cut some for her. She can be downright embarrassing at times....even to ME! And she'll laugh WAY too loud and you never know when she'll bust out singing something like Little Liza Jane or such.

I have no clue why the M (you know) IL liked her, but it kept her from griping and so it was good. Maybe Aunt Li'l was just "on" for impressing that evening. Who knows? She must have done a good job. Thing is now that probably every time M (mm-hmm) IL is around us, I bet she asks where Aunt Li'l is!! ROFL!

Ah, well. Sis got a lot of good stuff, stuff on her list and so she was really pleased.

Mom didn't die from it, so I was pleased.

I did have my suspicions confirmed about Sis's pal and bride's maid, though. I had only met her in passing a couple of times. She just struck me as a rough ol' broad who was pretty immature and a bit spoiled. The woman is 42 years old and still lives with her elderly parents. I don't think it's so much that she takes care of them, either, although she does obviously take them places and pick up the groceries and such. But I believe it's just easier for everyone for her to live there. She was bragging about how she really didn't have to work (she quit her job at huge corporate World Marketplace discount type store many months ago and hasn't worked since) because the only payment she has is her car....*laughing* "Mom pays my cellphone bill now." Gah!

So anyhow, Mom had her come a little early to the shower since her name was on the invites as hostess (with mine and hers) so she could help with some last minute things... she was about as much help as a 5yo kid who'd skipped a few doses of R@t@lin!!! Gah! And she's got a pretty raunchy mouth on her when she gets carried away or thinks no one is listening. Then again, she did let loose with a very loud "HOLY SH*T" right in front of a friend's 12yo daughter and Corey. Corey's one thing (bad enough, believe me) but Savanah??? Gah! Made me REALLY ANGRY!

Anyhow....*sigh* I will be glad when this thing is over. It's turning into a thing all about "them" as in Sis's work buddies and we, her family, are going to work our guts out. I hate it for Mommy. She should be able to enjoy this.

*sigh*

Okay...next topic----Doctor visits:::

Wednesday Dr. K:::

I'm not sure I should tell the entire Internet this, but here I go....

Okay...I set my phone to remind me an hour ahead about the appointment. I was so tired I could barely hold my head up. I hadn't got anything done around the house and was really fed up with myself. My head was hurting, just as it had for days, every single day. So, I got ready and then, since it was about 40 mins til, and I was still tired, I really don't remember deciding to do it, I never normally lay in this position...never, ever, actually....but when I woke up to find it was a full 20 minutes PAST my appointment time, I was face down on the bed with my legs hanging off the end. The back of my hair was wet underneath so I knew I'd been low, but all I had in mind was getting to that doctor.

So, I grabbed a handful of peppermints and headed out. I had enough sense to put on my seatbelt. I headed down the parkway not having much trouble at all driving, but figuring out where I was suppose to go?? That was another thing entirely.

I made a right turn and headed toward Linda's. !!! About a half mile down the road (way far from Linda's) I realized this was stupid and I pulled over, got turned around and on a really hard stretch of road to cross, I made it across and was on my way back to the intersection. The whole time, I'm popping peppermints into my mouth and chewing them up. This time I went the right way and walked into the doc's office a full 40 minutes late. !!! Now, I'm often late for things....I'll admit that. But NEVER, EVER am I THAT LATE!!!!!!!!!

No one in the waiting room, but the lady was at the window. She never said anything except "Hi" and dug the sheet out of a file, put it back on the clip board and handed it to me to sign.

In just a sec, Doc stuck his head out and called my name. Hmmm...odd. When I got back there, I saw that all the lights were off in all the exam rooms. No nurses back there at all. OH GEEZ!!!!!

He said something about being lucky to have caught him. I started apologizing all over the place. He says no, that's alright, he was actually doing some paperwork. (butthead) He mentioned saying to the receptionist that it was odd for me not to be there. I said, yeah. He asks if I got hung up?

Um no. Actually my sugar went low and I fell asleep! I dunno if he didn't hear the "sugar went low" part or he just didn't GET it, but he asked if I'd had a good nap!!! SheesH! Anyhow, I told him the headaches were worse, almost constant and sound was becoming my worst enemy. I told him I thought I'd expericened dry mouth when I'd had high blood sugars, and I HAD, but nothing like this. NOTHING like the dry, pasty, sticky mouth I get from these meds (apparently the T-pom@x) I told him it was no wonder I didn't want to eat with that kinda sensation and taste in my mouth all the time. It's truly awful!!

Anyhow, he doubled my T-pom@x dose up to 100mgs, which he assured me (and I've now researched) is a lower dose. I hope it starts helping, but since I've taken it for three nights now and am still getting the headaches the same, I don't hold out much hope for this dosage. The other times (first dose, then first time he doubled it) it helped immediately. I dunno. Maybe they're getting worse? Lord, I hope not.

So, I head straight to the pharmacy, spend about 20 minutes there (some confusion about a refill I'd called in), then I head home. I'd been gone approximately an hour and had eaten about 6 or 7 peppermints during that time. I check my sugar...it was 61. (70 is considered "too low") There's no telling how low was when I took off in the first place. Thank God for His protection!

Anyhow...we'll see. I go to the E-N-T on April 26. Maybe they'll have some answers for the ringing. And maybe they'll give me some concrete proof of how sensitive my ears are (at times) to sound. ?? maybe? *sigh*

I think a diagram of my brain might look like this: don't you?

Friday Dr. G:::

Corey drove me to Le*ing+0n to see the endo. I'm SO thankful that he could. That he had the experience of driving on interstate and in Lex. Why? Because frankly, there was no way I could have driven at all yesterday. Tommy could've gone, but his job is demanding more and more of his time. And he has yet to see one dime in compensation for all the extra responsibility he's taken on because they "pay you too much already" I wish he'd tell thim he's leaving. He has to find a job that will pay more. I bet they'd suddenly be able to give him the raise he deserves.

ANYHOW....Mom was gonna go, but she's just SO TIRED!! She's painting Sis's bedroom today before they start moving a bigger bed in there. *giggle, gasp* Gah. I went down earlier to try and help her, but had to leave to check on the boys up here.

So Corey drove me. I could have slept the whole way up, the whole time there, and the whole way back....except I kept gasping awake thinking Ack! Something might happen and everyone would ask what it was, and I'd have to say "I don't know! I was sleeping!" and they'll never give me any peace about it ever again!" WAH! So, I'd doze, and panic, doze and panic all the way there. Even though Corey did an excellent job. He is a really very good driver. *beaming* But boy, was I really, REALLY beat!

So the endo said I need to stop having those lows since they're so hard to detect with me in such tight control of my sugars. He lowered my basal rates and upped my carb to insulin ratio. That should take care of the daily low spells. Thank the Lord! He also sent me down to the lab to check my TSH levels. *sigh* That's why it took us longer to get home.

Casey had planned to have two pals over for his early birthday party. They were suppsed to come around 6:30pm. We didn't get home til about 6:45 or so. Tommy was supposed to have been here, but he got one of those handy-dandy side jobs, and was gone. So one kid was here alone with Casey when we got here!!! Sheesh! Those are some trusting parents, huh! They were fine, but it just shocked me and made me feel bad since these people had to come from the next town. *sigh*

Today, the boys have been out taking advantage of the beautiful weather. I've been trying to help Mom with the painting. Right now, I'm going to go fix the male personages some frozen pizzages or something....and see if I can get them to eat this cake...

Hey, that's what the kid ordered. He loves Peeps!
Or maybe, love his heart, he knew he wasn't gonna get much outta Mama in the way of cake decoration this year, so he requested this? It was supposed to be a sheet cake, but Mom baked it while I was sleeping. So...them Peep's is a-might crowded and kinda...well, sitting all over Casey there, but I guess it'll do.

Another thing I got done this week were these:::

I think these are the prettiest invitations!

Here's the inside:::

This didn't take such a good pic, but still, for print-'em-yourself invites (plus, we got 'em ON SALE!) these are really gorgeous!! This is going to be just a really small wedding, but an invitation is like a keepsake, so we got these. I'm thinking about getting some more.

Wha? Just in case I might need 'em sometime. That's all....

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