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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Morning Edit


I thought I should clarify the last post.

It wasn't a one time thing like an odd phone call or emergency, this is a permanent change.
They have moved the time My Love needs to be at work.
So this unearthly hour will continue.

EVERY MORNING.

From now until FOREVER!
well not really forever, only winter...but at that time of morning it feels like forever.


I don't think hot chocolate has the ability to ease this one.

Needless to say Everyone goes to bed EARLY now.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Mornings Hate Me.

I have proof.
They went from being at 5:30...
(I would try so hard not to get up before 5:30, though My Love was already up at a quarter till...)

...To being at 4:15!


Whose idea was this!?!
What kinda sadist are they?!
Can I call
them when I have to get out of bed so they have to share the joy that is predawn?
What were they thinking!?


Oh... it was the boss.
I never really liked him anyway.

grrrr...

Friday, November 13, 2009

Sherif wait

guess what I am doing right now?

I am waiting for the sheriff.

Yes the sheriff.

The neighbors dog got loose and decided instead of running away and finding a better life with people who actually love it and feed it and so on he would stay here and attack my animals!

Anyone who knows me knows I love birds. And People who don't even know me know my Goose. I love my Goose. I love my Goose more then I feel sorry for the neglected and insane dog whose life has been spent on a 6 foot chain.

Whistler is right now huddled up next to the wheel barrow.
Bleeding.
I don't know what I can do for her yet.

I trapped the dog in my mud room and called the sheriff.

so I am waiting.

I need to go check on her.


*edit*

Sheriff has been here and now is gone.
I found my duck. Her name was Olympic.
Yes, was.
She obviously tried to hide, but didn't make it.

I am trying to decide what to do with Whistler.
She has a terrible wound in her side.
The sheriff said I could take her to the vet and then they can add that to the report, but there is no guarantee that the neighbors will have to pay it.
And I don't know if it will help her.
She is so quiet.
I don't know what to do!
*sob*


Basically, he chained the dog back up in the neighbors yard.
Knocked on their door, no answer. They were home when this occurred but now they are magically not home. When he can get in touch with them he will give them a ticket for a dog at large and vicious animal.
I know what will happen then.
The neighbors will shoot their dog.
I told that to the sheriff.
I also told them about the broken car window and how she has said it will be thrown out of court once she tells the judge "the Kid is retarded". I told him about the last dog they had that killed my chickens and how it ended up shot and it's body left out to rot.




I am not happy right now.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

I have neglected my kids

I have just been inform by two passionate teary eyed kids that I have inadvertently scared them by neglecting to get them a simple thing, something their heart has always yearned for, something I was oblivious to them lacking. What kind of horrible mother am I?

What on earth have I kept from them?

Why, this...
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what kind of mother would neglect to get her kids one?

Well, in my defense I never thought they would really be interested in them...and then I thought maybe they were too old.
Apparently not.

So I guess they will be getting that for Christmas this year.
I have no idea how much they cost... I hope they are reasonable. I wonder where my old one is? It was so much cooler then the hideous microwave looking things they now have. It was a Holly Hobbie one! It looked like a stove and oven. It was blue!
I loved that thing.



oh, and to torture me for such neglect they are eating pickles. I can't stand the smell (or taste) of pickles.
But because I will consider it some one is making brownies as well.
Not actually a good smell combination, but they are trying.




Anyone else excited the the Krumpus will be coming soon?

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Doctors

So last you heard from me I was sick.
and here we are weeks later and guess what?
I'm still sick.
I am getting very annoyed with it. I have missed a handful of important birthdays, including My Love's, my parents anniversary and Halloween...I have used all my sick days and had to take more unpaid, so I am thoroughly sick of being sick.
What I am finding most annoying is no one seems to know what I have!

I woke up one day with a strange headache up the back of my neck and head, a fever and feeling yucky. There was a little cough, but I didn't think much of it as I felt I could breath pretty well. I rested as much as I could took a few days off to rest. Kept going, realized I'm not better, took a few more days off...

I just could not improve. I was exhausted. I kept coughing, the fever was all over the place. When it spiked to 104ish I went to the free clinic.

I was less then impressed. It took 4 hours for a 10 minute visit. The nurse checked my oxygen intake, blood pressure, and temp (which didn't want to work). Told me she would be back with some Tylenol, she never came back. The doctor came in listened to my lungs, they were clear, and that's all he did. No looking in the eyes, ears, nose... nothing but lungs.
He said I had the flu. All I had to do was rest and drink lots of fluids... I argued with him, not what he expected. I said this isn't the flu I've had it for over 2 weeks all ready, I've rested and drink plenty and I'm not getting better. No, No it's just the flu stay in bed till Thursday and you find you get your strength back on Wednesday... you'll be fine. Oh and here take this cough syrup too. I left with a note for work that I had to stay home, a prescription for cough syrup and the resolve that I would be better by Thursday cuz the doctor said so.

Yeah, well...he was wrong.
Turns out the cough surup, that had 4 warning lables on it, was dangerous for me to take with my other conditions. He shouldn't have perscribed it.
I missed all that work unpaid and when I went back to work I was still pale, coughing, and building a fever...

Last night, I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the ER.
As I was being admitted I got the teribal feeling that they were already deciding I had the flu.
But because of how long I have been sick and my other conditions they started with a chest xray. That way if I had pnemonia or swine flu with fluid on the lungs we would waste no time in finding out.
and they really wasted no time.
As soon as I was back in my room a person from respitory was there to do a saline suction test to test for whooping cough. Now there is a fun test. They drop saline in one nostril and suck it out the other so the saline will trave in a loop through your sinuses. Apperently I was too stopped up for it to work like that. So he had to do it twice, once the way I explained the next trying to suck it back out the same nostril. I was the first person he ever had who did NOT sneeze. I don't know what that means.
They doctor can in (I'm obsessed now, he didn't look in my ears either) He thinks I have whooping cough. Seriously. I am a bit surprised. He says we will know for sure in about 3 days when they get the test results back... he talks about the CDC and vacines and stuff.
I am just like...whooping cough? is this 1890?


So here I am on antibioctics (and yogurt), still coughing, still exhausted,(haven't taken my temp, too exhausted for that) and wondering if they got it right this time. Oh and there's nothing I can do but suffer. It takes 6 to 10 weeks to work through.
So tonight well have a family meeting about what every one else can do to help... and if it turns out the test comes back possitive we may be hearding everyone else in for a round of antibiotics.
Not sure if I want this diagnoiss to be right, but at the same time I sure don't want then to be wrong again.

So there ya go.
Doctors.


P.S. mom can you come take care of me?