New Baby, Old Problems
Posted by thedarwinexception on June 27, 2008
So I can finally post the pictures of the new baby I took the other day. I should have posted them sooner, but I have felt like complete and utter dog shit all week long, I swear to God. I spent most of the day yesterday laying on the couch watching stupid TV shows, although even laying there is uncomfortable and maddening because I can’t stay in one position for very long before I have to move. So, I get up and go try to sew or get up and try to knit, then I get uncomfortable again in whatever position I’m sitting in and have to lay down again. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
So, getting to actually sit at the computer and answer emails or upload photos or post here is damned near impossible. Next Friday I’ll go and get the prescriptions filled that clown doctor gave me and see if those help – which I doubt they will. But I’ll try. And actually I hadn’t even looked at the prescriptions he gave me, because, really, I’m on so much shit and it’s so expensive every month the LAST thing I wanted to do was go and fill 2 more that would cost me another $100, but I looked at them yesterday and one of the prescriptions is for Protonix. Protonix. Now, is there *anyone* here who believes that what I am experiencing has anything at all to do with :acid reflux disease? Anyone? I mean, this doctor tells me “Don’t walk so far every day – you are raising your heart level and that’s what is giving you the pain in your chest, oh, and don’t walk up and down the stairs so often, make one trip at the beginning or end of the day and have someone else do all the walking up and down the stairs for you the rest of the day” and then gives me a fucking prescription for heartburn? I’ve had three kids – I *know* what heartburn is – this ain’t it.
The other prescription is for Metoprotol – I guess another of the never ending High Blood pressure pills, since none of the 15 different ones I’ve tried so far actually controls my high blood pressure. Must be all that acid reflux.
If I don’t feel any better this weekend, I am definitely going to Plattsburgh. Because now I’m determined to drop dead just to prove the clown doctor wrong. Stupid fuck. I swear to God.
But, anyway, on to bigger and better things.
Here are some pictures of the baby. He’s cute, I guess, as far as babies go. Tiny little thing, though.
I haven’t called over there to ask if she got more stuff in the mail. Paul will be going over tomorrow, though, to “fix their toilet”, so I’ll make sure and have him ask if she has gotten more stuff in the mail.
Oh – and that aggravates the fuck out of me, too. Everyone remembers that I didn’t have a fucking kitchen sink for like a year, right? Because Paul never got around to hooking the new plumbing up, right? So I had no god damned kitchen sink AT ALL. Which is a major pain in the ass, if you think about it.
So he goes over to these people’s house and their toilet is leaking. Leaking like a sieve. And what does Paul do? Paul offers to fix it for them. FIX IT FOR THEM. After I didn’t have a fucking kitchen sink for a fucking YEAR he’s going to go over to SOMEONE ELSE’S house and do plumbing work for them! Because their toilet fucking leaks?? Are you fucking kidding me??
So I say to him “You’re going to WHAT?? Fix their toilet? Look, asshole, fix my fucking TV room light!” Because I haven’t had an overhead light in the TV room for over a month. Doesn’t work. Don’t know why. Just doesn’t work. And it’s pissing me off.
And Paul says “You know I don’t ‘DO’ electricity – I’m a plumber, not an electrician.”
So, this pisses me off even MORE. So I say “Oh, OK, Yeah, that’s right You’re a PLUMBER. So you’re a PLUMBER, but I didn’t have a fucking KITCHEN SINK FOR A FUCKING YEAR , but you’re a PLUMBER? Well, you’re lucky I didn’t know your were a fucking PLUMBER when I was running up and down the fucking stairs to wash dishes in my fucking bathroom sink.”
Why?? Just WHY? That’s all I ask, just WHY?? Sometimes I just think the stars are aligned only to drive me outside my fucking mind.
And now I want to break my fucking toilet just to see how long it takes Paul the Plumber to fucking fix it.