My life.
No instructions. Not even those stupid little picture ones that never make any sense and by the time you've finished assembling the thing you realize you had it upside down and backwards the entire time...
No guarantees. Not even a complicated, with reciept and original packaging in the first 72 hours only sort of return product.
Void everywhere except on the Lunar crater, Daedalus. Unfortunately, I'm not on the moon.
Let's see...
The beginning of the week, last week, I had a systemic infection. Fevers of over 102, pain, chills. Of course, I didn't get to take a day off. I still had to change diapers, do dishes, watch the child thing.
Last week Kevin and I attempted to go to the dentist. I was just getting into the chair for my work when the dentist was called home by the police. Um. Well. I can understand that, but I have enough trouble actually going to my dentist appointments in the first place without making them more trouble than they're worth.
Not to mention the fact that I have to take antibiotics before every appointment. Which give me certain female troubles that you don't want me to talk about too much. So I had to deal with that last week for nothing.
That afternoon, Jess was watching television when there was a loud series of popping noises. I looked over and the screen on the television was completely white. A minute later, a coil of greyish smoke snaked out of the back.
That evening, Kevin and I dragged Jess to Sam's Club, Wal-mart, and Circuit City. We finally bought a 27 inch Phillips. It's nice enough, I guess (no, really, it is. It's got a great picture and Kevin managed to get it hooked up with only a tiny amount of cursing and grumbling) but I didn't really feel like dumping $400 into a new television right about now.
Jess has taken to no napping (ug) and sleeping in the closet at night. This makes me exceptionally nervous and I'm back to getting up in the middle of the night several times to check on her. After all, insists my mutant worry-brain, she can open doors. She could, conceivably, climb out the window and wander off. She could... I don't know all the things she could do, but rest assured, I've considered half a million of them in the last two weeks or so. And not gotten much sleep. And with no napping, I'm not even getting a nap. I'm so tired half the time I could just cry.
I got an unexplained bill in the mail. CHKD says we owe them almost $100. Jess hasn't been to a doctor since October. There's no details on the bill, and it's not a nasty-you-haven't-paid-us type bill, so I called them to find out what the deal was. Their service line was so busy it shunted me to voicemail. They haven't returned my call.
Saturday, we had some friends over. Kevin decided to scrub the house again. I swear, I hate that. We have *friends*, not drill sargeants. No one is going to be the least bit offended if there are a few cheerios on the floor. (Well, if they are, they can keep it right the fuck to themselves, or go away.) I am personally tired of cleaning. I no sooner get things cleaned then Jess trashes them again. It doesn't even take an hour anymore. I quit. I do not CARE anymore if I can see the floor. If Penny eats week-old fruit loops from under the couch cushions next time Liz and Matt are down, that's their problem. I'm done.
We went back in for our make-up dentist appointments today (the dentist is usually closed on Wednesday, but they were open today to makeup for last week). I had to take antibiotics again today (see above about female problems). My appointment went fine and I have two reconstructed teeth in the front. In two weeks, I'll go back in and get two more done. It may take a while before I'm finished with the dentist. Months. Years, even. So that wasn't too bad, even if I got stuck watching Dr. Phil for an hour.
Kevin's appointment... was not so great. The procedure failed and Kevin's got an appointment with the oral surgeon tomorrow. The less said about that, the better, probably. I have to cancel my pulmonary appointment for tomorrow and reschedule.
Kevin is, of course, not feeling well. He's taken some pain meds and gone to bed. I doubt he'll do anything today or tomorrow aside from go to his appointment. In the meanwhile, I'll change diapers, watch the baby, do dishes, take out trash (we're out of trashbags and I'd love to know why this is my fault. He uses the damn things, too, so why am I responsible for noticing that we've gone through 150 trashbags?) and go to the grocery store today. With Jess, of course, since Kevin doesn't feel well and can't watch her this afternoon while I do the shopping.
Void everywhere except on the Lunar crater, Daedalus. Unfortunately, I'm not on the moon.
I sure wish I was, though.
Hey, I know that life of being sick and still having to change diapers, do the grocery shopping and what not. Once, when Dante' was a wee babe, he threw up mucus and milk in the dairy aisle of Giant while we were there waiting for his meds. It's been a blast being a single mom but sometimes, I just don't want to be.
The bill collector people called me a month or so ago from when Dante' visited the ER for nearly poking his eye out. They wanted their money NOW but guess what?
The date of the visit was June 2004.
Posted by: a nut on May 22, 2006 07:09 PM