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2012-11-13 @ 7:02 p.m.
my mom was mad at me for not answering the phone the past couple days, but i've been in bed trying to outsleep this cold and this amazingly, astonishingly painful period, so i finally broke down and told her that i've got pharyngitis again, and about almost dying the other day from the motrin. she of course was like omg go to the clinic for your throat! and i'm of course like hey mom, i'm pretty sure it's a viral thing so there's no point in taking antibiotics for it, i just need to wait it out and eat nutritious stuff. but when it came to the period thing, i finally told her all about it. ALL about it. i don't think she has ever known exactly how painful it is for me, so i described it in graphic detail the best i could, and she was pretty horrified that i've been living like this for so long. i told her about getting and taking the percocets, even though i knew she was going to be pissed, but there was no other option. there is no other option. i was like, mom. i really need you to understand this. and she finally believed me, and made me an appointment with her specialist who did her hysterectomy. it's over a month away, but finally i will get some pain relief, at the very least. i am so thankful that she seems kind of like she's trying these days. i don't need to avoid her calls all the time, and in fact she's not bad to talk to anymore. i just want to let all of that shit die, and i want to move on and have a decent relationship before we're both too old. we're never going to see eye to eye. we're never going to agree on anything. we're not. so let's just move past it and talk about other things. speaking of talking about things, boy and i never got to talk about the sleeping issues because he called me today on his way home and said he's back to work, which is awesome. "when do you start?" i asked excitedly, to which he replied, "yeah ... that's the thing. at 9. tonight." OH. yeah. so he works 9pm-5am this week. UGH. he was going to try to go to both jobs, like his at night one and his daytime one, and i was like really honey? for $100? and he was like yeah that is pretty stupid. like when does he think he's going to sleep? so instead he's going to just work his real job, put little A on the bus if he's home in time (he will be), then he'll go to bed and sleep until work again. it's lame, but only til friday, then he's back to normal. that is great news. also great news is that his license was about to be suspended, but there was an error and now it's not. see? everything is coming together. everything is going to work out. no worries! and to close: i saw/heard this today and thought about you, out there on the interwebz. one of your favorites covering a song by one of my favorites. they did a beautiful job. ♥ goodnight. |