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Fly away!
It's not enough that difficult child is falling apart. The remeron caused her to gain 13 pounds in barely over a month - she popped a button off her pants at school. So, now she's not eating and her blood sugar keeps dropping and she gets lightheaded, weak, shaky, and her vision gets blurry.
Or that we have so many appointments between the 2 of us that I can't keep up.
Or that easy child, his DF, and I got into a major, huge blowup last week. ? I think it was last week. I can't remember. It was bad. It was ugly.
Or that I've been really depressed and the blowup pushed it into scary-land and all I could think about was dying. Even looked on the internet - you can find anything online - and decided that I would probably just screw it up and end up a vegetable and wouldn't that just would really suck.
Or that Chloe is sick and I can't afford to take her to the vet, so I'm trying to doctor her up as best as I can and today she peed on me. And the chair. And I have no idea why. And it was really gross.
Or that I have an abscessed tooth that is sending me into orbit and I've been on vicodin and 800mg ibuprofen every 4 hours for 3 days.
Or that when I ask one of the two big kids to pick up difficult child from school on Friday because when I took her to school Friday morning I had been up for 35 hours, and instead of just saying yes they had to let it be known that they had plans and would pick her up if they were back.
Or that the minute I wake up, difficult child has some kind of radar and sets into me about this or that, the cats need food, easy child isn't doing this, and I haven't had pain medications and the pain from my tooth is making me lightheaded and making me breathe funny. And she won't stop.
Or that the guy I dated 20 years ago and got back in touch with for a couple of emails then nothing, sends me a very insulting, extremely inflammatory political email and I'm stoned from the vicodin and tired and in pain and, you know? Just not in the mood.
Or that I'm starving because the only thing I can eat that doesn't set off my tooth is plain bread.
That's not enough.
Now, we have yellow jackets - or some kind of hornet or something - getting into the house. I don't know exactly where they are coming in, but I have an idea. And I'm phobic. And so is difficult child. And it's a holiday weekend, so no exterminator until at least Tuesday.
Or that we have so many appointments between the 2 of us that I can't keep up.
Or that easy child, his DF, and I got into a major, huge blowup last week. ? I think it was last week. I can't remember. It was bad. It was ugly.
Or that I've been really depressed and the blowup pushed it into scary-land and all I could think about was dying. Even looked on the internet - you can find anything online - and decided that I would probably just screw it up and end up a vegetable and wouldn't that just would really suck.
Or that Chloe is sick and I can't afford to take her to the vet, so I'm trying to doctor her up as best as I can and today she peed on me. And the chair. And I have no idea why. And it was really gross.
Or that I have an abscessed tooth that is sending me into orbit and I've been on vicodin and 800mg ibuprofen every 4 hours for 3 days.
Or that when I ask one of the two big kids to pick up difficult child from school on Friday because when I took her to school Friday morning I had been up for 35 hours, and instead of just saying yes they had to let it be known that they had plans and would pick her up if they were back.
Or that the minute I wake up, difficult child has some kind of radar and sets into me about this or that, the cats need food, easy child isn't doing this, and I haven't had pain medications and the pain from my tooth is making me lightheaded and making me breathe funny. And she won't stop.
Or that the guy I dated 20 years ago and got back in touch with for a couple of emails then nothing, sends me a very insulting, extremely inflammatory political email and I'm stoned from the vicodin and tired and in pain and, you know? Just not in the mood.
Or that I'm starving because the only thing I can eat that doesn't set off my tooth is plain bread.
That's not enough.
Now, we have yellow jackets - or some kind of hornet or something - getting into the house. I don't know exactly where they are coming in, but I have an idea. And I'm phobic. And so is difficult child. And it's a holiday weekend, so no exterminator until at least Tuesday.