Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

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....