This was the weekend from hell. It all started on Friday, after I got home from work. I had arranged to return one of our cats to the rescue where we got her. For a variety of reasons. She's kind of mean, very destructive, moderately aggressive toward our other cats, and completely hateful to me. But she and my husband, they're super tight. We're moving at the beginning of September, into a much smaller, 1 BR apartment. I felt like it was going to be say too cramped to have all 3 of them in this new, tiny place. Plus, ya know, she's mean. Her name is Jezebel. It fits.
My husband cried the the whole way to the vet's office where we dropped her off. I felt like a complete asshole. End of the day.
I woke up Saturday morning with some pretty heavy spotting, and wicked awful cramps. Just had my period 3 weeks ago, and I'm only supposed to have 4 per year, so I was way early. The heaviness increased during the day, and Sunday morning I passed some huge clots and some stringy material. Cramps like you wouldn't believe. I'm assuming the worst. But I didn't go to the hospital right away. Figured if I was miscarrying, there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. So I finished making my pasta sauce, and then we went.
I got the news I expected. I also learned that I should not get my birth control filled at Walgreens. Apparently, they use one specific generic for my brand of birth control, and it is bad news. I've learned this the hard way. My gyno said I'm like her 20th patient who has had this problem. Nice, right? I mean, that really makes you feel awesome. Like, if they know this is a recurring issue, why wouldn't you advise any patient that you prescribe this certain drug to, to get it filled at like Walmart or Target, or grocery store pharmacy? Because apparently Walmart and Target pharmacies use a different generic, one that doesn't completely fuck you up.
And during this entire time, my husband is moping around, whining about how much he misses his cat. Right. Bitching about missing his cat, while I'm going through some pretty miserable stuff.
And guess what? He also got together via email with the lady who runs the rescue, and got his cat back.
So you can kind of see where I'm kind of thinking that this past weekend was super suckfest.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
First post!
So...my first post. How terribly exciting for you all. I suppose that what I'm supposed to do here is write about myself, so you all can see just what happiness and light you're about to be exposed to, lol.
Well, I'm 33. I'm married to the best dude ever, Jimbob. He's 44. We've been married for 3 years, but have been together for about 7 1/2 years. We've known each other for...sheesh...forever. We met whilst working together on the ramp for TWA at Lambert Airport in St. Louis. Life for me has not been the same since I worked at the airport.
I grew up in a podunk little town in Illinois called Wood River. It's claim to fame is that Lewis & Clark stopped there, with Sacagawea (which I know I did not spell correctly, don't go all spelling police on me). It's other claim to fame is that it's home to not one...not two...not even three...but four oil refineries. Let me tell you, there is just nothin in the world quite like the smell of the quad city area (Wood River, Roxana, South Roxana, Hartford) after a rainy day, when the pollution from the refineries just lingers in the air because it's so humid. It's kind of sad that I'm being 100% truthful when I say "I know I'm home when I smell the rotten egg-goose shit air".
I have 2 little brothers, Thing 1 and Thing 2. Thing 1 just turned 29, Thing 2 will be 28 in November. They are both married, to wonderful chicks who have provided me with some most excellent nieces and nephews. Thing 1 has a 3 1/2 yr old, and 4 1/2-month old twins. Thing 2 has an 8 yr old stepdaughter, and a 1 1/2 yr old son. I love my bubbies...they make me happy.
Ummm..what else. Oh, we have 2 cats. We did have 3 cats, until about 4:45 this afternoon, and we are now back to 2. We're moving to a new apartment in September. Jimbob is out of work on major medical leave, no idea if/when he might go back. We go to see his cardiologist on 8/12 to get him cleared for surgery, then we go back to the neurosurgeon on 8/13 for surgical consult and to get him scheduled. He has a condition called sacrolumbar spinal stenosis, which is a degenerative disease. We'll talk more about that later.
So far, in the almost 8 years we've been together, we've been through 3 heart attacks (all his), 3 cardiac catheters to place stents in his heart, and an emergency double bypass. We've also gone through extracorporeal lithotripsy for massive kidney stones. And now the situation with his back. We lost our home to foreclosure in 2006. We worked for TWA until we got laid off at the end of 2003. There's more, but I'll save it.
I love animals, music, and food...not necessarily in that order. I fancy myself a bit of a chef, even though I have absolutely no culinary training whatsoever. But, my grandma was the most amazing dessert chef you've ever met, and I learned almost everything I know from her.
I work in retail banking, and we'll talk a little about that, but not too much. I don't want to dooce myself. If you don't know what it means to "dooce yourself", go Google it.
So...I don't really have too much else to say at this point. You'll have to bear with me, folks, as I figure out this whole blogging thing. As Joe Dirt once said:
"I'm new! I don't know what to do!"
Well, I'm 33. I'm married to the best dude ever, Jimbob. He's 44. We've been married for 3 years, but have been together for about 7 1/2 years. We've known each other for...sheesh...forever. We met whilst working together on the ramp for TWA at Lambert Airport in St. Louis. Life for me has not been the same since I worked at the airport.
I grew up in a podunk little town in Illinois called Wood River. It's claim to fame is that Lewis & Clark stopped there, with Sacagawea (which I know I did not spell correctly, don't go all spelling police on me). It's other claim to fame is that it's home to not one...not two...not even three...but four oil refineries. Let me tell you, there is just nothin in the world quite like the smell of the quad city area (Wood River, Roxana, South Roxana, Hartford) after a rainy day, when the pollution from the refineries just lingers in the air because it's so humid. It's kind of sad that I'm being 100% truthful when I say "I know I'm home when I smell the rotten egg-goose shit air".
I have 2 little brothers, Thing 1 and Thing 2. Thing 1 just turned 29, Thing 2 will be 28 in November. They are both married, to wonderful chicks who have provided me with some most excellent nieces and nephews. Thing 1 has a 3 1/2 yr old, and 4 1/2-month old twins. Thing 2 has an 8 yr old stepdaughter, and a 1 1/2 yr old son. I love my bubbies...they make me happy.
Ummm..what else. Oh, we have 2 cats. We did have 3 cats, until about 4:45 this afternoon, and we are now back to 2. We're moving to a new apartment in September. Jimbob is out of work on major medical leave, no idea if/when he might go back. We go to see his cardiologist on 8/12 to get him cleared for surgery, then we go back to the neurosurgeon on 8/13 for surgical consult and to get him scheduled. He has a condition called sacrolumbar spinal stenosis, which is a degenerative disease. We'll talk more about that later.
So far, in the almost 8 years we've been together, we've been through 3 heart attacks (all his), 3 cardiac catheters to place stents in his heart, and an emergency double bypass. We've also gone through extracorporeal lithotripsy for massive kidney stones. And now the situation with his back. We lost our home to foreclosure in 2006. We worked for TWA until we got laid off at the end of 2003. There's more, but I'll save it.
I love animals, music, and food...not necessarily in that order. I fancy myself a bit of a chef, even though I have absolutely no culinary training whatsoever. But, my grandma was the most amazing dessert chef you've ever met, and I learned almost everything I know from her.
I work in retail banking, and we'll talk a little about that, but not too much. I don't want to dooce myself. If you don't know what it means to "dooce yourself", go Google it.
So...I don't really have too much else to say at this point. You'll have to bear with me, folks, as I figure out this whole blogging thing. As Joe Dirt once said:
"I'm new! I don't know what to do!"
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