Saturday, July 27, 2013

I feel a sin coming on...

I did a bad bad thing.. I am skipping church tonight. I still have 2 chances to go tomorrow. The bad thing is I got Bobo fired up to go to church before I realized I didn't really want to go. So I told him to go without me. I would hate to be the reason he goes to Hell. So he got dressed and went. I hope he doesn't sit by himself.

I just feel like crap. I woke at 6:00 this morning, stayed up until 11:00 and went back to sleep until 3:00. I have to get my sleep back in order. I need structure. I need to exercise and eat better. I need a million dollars.

Good luck with that, Lulu!

What would you do with a million dollars?

Monday, July 22, 2013

Full Moon Looker

Tonight is the full moon. I need to look at the full moon and take a gander. Make a wish.
  • I need to resolve the situation with my disability insurance company. They need to pay me the benefits I purchased when I was well.
  • Bobo needs to get either a job or his disability case started up again. Life ain't free, Butthead!
  • I need to stop hating on Betty, the pastor's wife, for not friending me on face book. It's her loss, not mine. It just showed me what a true blue bitch she is at the core.
  • I need to clean up my room. It looks like a cross over of Hoarders and Untold Stories of the ER. I am setting a bad example for the grandkids.
I am going to a medical research group tomorrow and hope to get in. I am having phantom pains in the foot that I didn't have surgery on. The doctors refuse to give me pain meds, stating some new law that went into effect, limiting the number of pain pills I can get. They are counting the meds I got after surgery. No fair, what about the pain medication I refused? Can I get a do over? The only work around is to go through a clinical trial. I hope they give me heroin or something to get the pain gone.

More news later.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

the 4th of what???

Is it July already? Somehow this year has flown by and I have not posted like I have wanted to publish. Here are some things in a nutshell:

Bobo  went to the hospital to get his lungs scraped.
I was in the hospital.
Root had a party.
I have a cook-out to go to.

More to come. I promise.     

busy busy girl

Lots of things have happened!

I watched my niece's baby about a month ago. I had baby-proofed the house and the dog was put in his cage in a locked bedroom. I did everything right.

The baby manage to pull down an antique metal desk fan and cut his face. I sent my niece a picture and she said don't worry about it. It was just a scrape really, the top layer of skin peeled off. Facial wounds tend to bleed a lot and this one didn't even bleed a lot. It was maybe an inch long.

I got the baby on Wednesday. Saturday Bobo got sick and Root took him to the hospital since I had the baby. He had trouble breathing.

I took the baby back so I could go see Bobo at the hospital. The grandfather on the father's side picked up the baby and threw a hissy fit. He asked me if I didn't have common sense, was I stupid, on and on. This man was very ridiculous looking, with a huge Ron Goldman handlebar moustache. I just gave him all the baby stuff back and left. I didn't get smart with him. It was very telling that he wasn't worried about the baby, but did ask me if I had homeowner's insurance to cover it.

When I got home, I planned on going to see Bobo. But when I was turning in the driveway, I had to stop and barf. It went downhill from there. My visiting nurse came by Tuesday and my blood pressure was really low. She asked if I wanted to go to the hospital but I declined. I had the barfs and diarrhea by this time.

The next day I was sicker and falling when I tried to walk. I called my doctor and some dumb ass there told me to stop taking one of my medications and go to the emergency room the next day if I was still sick. Chickie came to take me to the hospital to see Bobo, and long story short, I ended up admitted to the hospital. I was near renal failure.

Bobo had his lungs scraped and got released on Friday. I got released on Saturday.

Root had a surprise party the next week and we went. It was at a restaurant and I had some killer blackened catfish.

Our pantry is full. We had gone to the store and spent our food stamps. Then I made my monthly pilgrimage to the food bank. I actually got edible food! Somehow I ended up with about 30 lbs. of sausage, not of it I chose. I have rolled sausage chubs, 20 lbs. bulk sausage and a tray of 2 dozen links.

I guess I need to start cooking sausage for every meal.

We get food stamps again in 2 days but I am not going to spend them. I don't have room for an more food. All I can think of to buy that I need is bread. I am going to clean out the pantry and take out the stuff we won't eat. I guess I can just take it back to the food bank!