The spouse went out for a pack of smokes and never came back?
Well, I'm back...lol
Ya know, I've been thinking about this shit all night and I don't know why I did cuz usually I'm pretty good about blowing that kind of shit off.
But here's the thing, I'm not here to be anyones source of news. I may occasionally blog about some news, local stuff mostly, amber alerts, Schiavo updates, news that I find important to me.
I may occasionally blog about politics but that subject always gets so heated and nerve wracking that it's not worth it.
I'm not a sex blogger cuz really, I'm not having any...lol
I'm not a photo blogger cuz my camera sucks.
I'm not a make shit up blogger cuz when you don't know what's true and what's not, how can anyone take you seriously.
I'm not talking about my pets all the time cuz that gets old.
I'm not a knitting blogger cuz I don't knit.
I'm not a sims blogger cuz I want the new one but my pc sucks ass so I can't have it and I got bored with my original sims.
I'm a life blogger. More specifically, MY life.
The ins and outs, the ups and downs, the good, the bad, the exciting and lately, the extremely dull and boring.
The only medical update I can give any of you is this; the doctor who I saw in October who originally said he could help me, has now changed his mind and can't help me. Said it's too risky. Had his nurse leave me a message with a bunch of university doctors numbers and told me to call them.
2 of the 5 they gave me have already called back and they are oh so sorry, but they don't do this particular surgery on adults because it's too risky.
The risks are; I could end up paralyzed or losing the use of my left leg. That my situation is now so complicated that it would be extremely costly and extremely risky to try and fix any of the multiple problems I have.
I'm still waiting on the other 3 to call me back.
Apparently, my MRIs are all over the state now as a case of interest. Doctors already know what my problems are before I even call them. I guess Dr. K. sent info to a bunch of doctors for opinions and now it's up to me to try and convince (beg) one of them to help me.
I could blog about that I suppose.
Every time a doctor says no, I could tell you all, oops, there's another one who won't touch my spine with a 100 foot pole.
But that gets old and depressing really quick.
So instead of bringing you all down to my level of hell with me everyday, I just blog the very boring and mundane shit.
The cat boxes, the lawn, my love of febreeze and my home made recipe for it, cadbury eggs, my oldest sons brutal honesty with how much he loathes me right now. That kind of shit.
I'm not here to be anyones source of news or entertainment. I'm here because I spend 90% of my time alone.
My kids are at school all day. My room mate is either asleep or at work or out with her boyfriend.
I babysit my nieces because it gives me something to do and a few bucks to buy smokes and toilet paper with and I love them. I love them to pieces and I can't believe I get to spend time with babies again.
It's wonderful. It makes me happy.
I watch a shit load of movies to occupy my time and I read a ton of books.
I do my dishes and vac my floors and do countless loads of laundry because that is all I can do right now.
That's it.
That's my life right now.
It's a sit down and wait type of life. Wait for denial phone calls. Wait for lawyer phone calls. Wait for doctors appointments.
It's not entertaining nor is it newsworthy but it's all I got right now.
I'm here because other bloggers are my only contact with other regular folks.
If it's too boring for you, click the fucking X up there and leave.
No one asked you to come here and critique my life. No one cares what you think of my life.
You should be happy that my life isn't yours.
You should be thrilled that your life is so much better than mine.
You should also have a bit of class and not criticize what you don't know, what you don't understand and what could be you someday.
Being young and able bodied is a gift. Take care of yourselves and hopefully, this kind of shit, this kind of life, will never be yours.
Oh, and about me using the F word, we've been over that a million times. You aren't talking about anything that people don't already know. My parents do read my blog everyday because they live in Maine and if you were to ask them about my cursing, they'd probably say they don't like it but that they would defend my right to say whatever I want and they love me whether I swear or not. They love me and accept me for who I am.
I'm not asking you to accept me or love me, I'm asking you to have some class and don't talk shit about things which you know nothing about because you only read 5 entries so you could get your stinking 30 second credit on one of the blog exchange links.