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chochiyo_samaMy knee is much better today. I didn't take any of my codeine pain pills today. It is a little tender, but not giving me the agonizing pain that I was having before.
Today, I did a little laundry. I called the unemployment office, and for the FIRST TIME since all this shit hit the fan, I talked to a human being who was actually compassionate and who LISTENED to what I wanted to do. No bullshit about how I should go on disability or give up and retire early. She actually LISTENED and UNDERSTOOD why I did not want to become NOTHING or give up thousands of dollars in retirement funds.
I would think that if anyone was likely to be rude and unkind, it would be the unemployment people--they deal with so much all the time--but she was awesome. It makes the TRA woman seem even more cunt-like in comparison.
We got the news on my Aunt Lily's biopsy today--There are three tumors on her pancreas--two on the outside and one on the inside. There is a cyst on the outside as well. All of the tumors are malignant. This is not good news. All I could think of was Patrick Swayze and Michael Landon...pancreatic cancer is not a good thing.
She took it pretty hard. My uncle choked up when he told my mom.
I did not get much done today--I finished sewing the Asian pattern slacks and top outfit I made for my Chryssie doll. I started on the fourth of July one--got the pants done, and the shirt is ready to have the facing sewn on the neckline. I cut out another little outfit for the Fourth. It will be a shorty "dress" with shorts to wear under it. It's white with hearts all over it, and the hearts are like little American flags, only in heart shapes. It will be a cute outfit.
I warmed up some pizza and took my morning meds at about 3 pm. I sat in the upstairs recliner and sewed while mom called various relatives to pass on the news about Lily. At about 6:30 we went downstairs, and Mom made popcorn for supper. We watched Wheel of Fortune and NCIS. It was the episode where Mike Franks dies. I liked Mike. It made me sad and angry when they killed him off.
Then she watched America's Got Talent. It was okay--but not something I would deliberately CHOOSE to watch on my own. I liked the black guy whose name I don't remember. He sang--and he sounded EXACTLY like Frank Sinatra. He was amazing. Apparently, in real life he works at a car wash. Then there was a group of young kids--one girl and several boys. They sang a Jackson medley--and it was fantastic. That little girl has an amazing voice. If it were up to me to choose, those two would tie for the win.
I sewed while I watched TV with Mom. She has decided that she will come with me to Rochester tomorrow. I have an appointment with my therapist--I'm not sure how I feel about her coming with...I hope she doesn't want to go and sit in the waiting room while I am in there...it would be okay I guess, since I don't scream and cry and shit while I am talking to my therapist. But it would just feel weird.
I took some pictures of the Chryssie doll wearing her new outfits. I put them up in my Yahoo doll collecting folder. I have to upload them to Flickr before I can post them on here.
Mom went up to bed at about 10:15. I returned to the Lair of Despair and took some pictures of the doll clothes I'd made earlier. I caught up with all the scrabble games I have in progress on Facebook. And I roundly cursed Facebook for being so slow and glitchy. I finally got them all caught up--talked to Shane for awhile about the Rethuglican party and their evil ways--and enlightened him about how Ronald Reagun was NOT the kindly old grandfatherly figure he is presented as. He was a callous, cold hearted bastard. He funded terrorists in South and Central America, and is responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent civilians down there. He also began the destruction of the Unions that have protected the workers for generations and set us on the deadly path of "RAY GUN NOMICS." In which it was proven to anyone with a single brain cell that when we depend on the rich to let the money "trickle down" to us poor folk, the only thing that they allow to trickle down on us is their urine.
He showed me the bullshit site, Conservapedia...my God! Seriously????? It is such a pack of bullshit and lies...and in it they actually discuss rewriting the Bible to make it more in line with Conservative values. Seriously???? Don't they know that there is a verse in the Bible that curses anyone who changes so much as a dotted I in the Bible? One more bit of evidence that they REALLY DO NOT BELIEVE IN GOD AT ALL. They just use the concept of "god" to strike terror and loathing into the hearts of their brainwashed minions.
Pricks. If there is a hell, many of them will burn in it. Personally, I don't really believe in hell. I can't see a loving God making ANYONE burn throughout eternity--especially if their only fault was not being a believer.
But that is a discussion for another day. I am trying to be in bed no later than 2 am.
I have an appointment with my therapist at 1 pm tomorrow, and I would like to be up early enough to take a bath and finish my laundry.
Oh, one more thing....fatty pants Tyger Lily knocked the freaking closet door off its slide again...and it is hell to get it back on again. I would like to take both of those doors off, and just let the closet be open, but I know mom would have a fit about that. They don't slide well and they are a huge pain in the ass.
So, that is it from the Lair of Despair....good night!
Today, I did a little laundry. I called the unemployment office, and for the FIRST TIME since all this shit hit the fan, I talked to a human being who was actually compassionate and who LISTENED to what I wanted to do. No bullshit about how I should go on disability or give up and retire early. She actually LISTENED and UNDERSTOOD why I did not want to become NOTHING or give up thousands of dollars in retirement funds.
I would think that if anyone was likely to be rude and unkind, it would be the unemployment people--they deal with so much all the time--but she was awesome. It makes the TRA woman seem even more cunt-like in comparison.
We got the news on my Aunt Lily's biopsy today--There are three tumors on her pancreas--two on the outside and one on the inside. There is a cyst on the outside as well. All of the tumors are malignant. This is not good news. All I could think of was Patrick Swayze and Michael Landon...pancreatic cancer is not a good thing.
She took it pretty hard. My uncle choked up when he told my mom.
I did not get much done today--I finished sewing the Asian pattern slacks and top outfit I made for my Chryssie doll. I started on the fourth of July one--got the pants done, and the shirt is ready to have the facing sewn on the neckline. I cut out another little outfit for the Fourth. It will be a shorty "dress" with shorts to wear under it. It's white with hearts all over it, and the hearts are like little American flags, only in heart shapes. It will be a cute outfit.
I warmed up some pizza and took my morning meds at about 3 pm. I sat in the upstairs recliner and sewed while mom called various relatives to pass on the news about Lily. At about 6:30 we went downstairs, and Mom made popcorn for supper. We watched Wheel of Fortune and NCIS. It was the episode where Mike Franks dies. I liked Mike. It made me sad and angry when they killed him off.
Then she watched America's Got Talent. It was okay--but not something I would deliberately CHOOSE to watch on my own. I liked the black guy whose name I don't remember. He sang--and he sounded EXACTLY like Frank Sinatra. He was amazing. Apparently, in real life he works at a car wash. Then there was a group of young kids--one girl and several boys. They sang a Jackson medley--and it was fantastic. That little girl has an amazing voice. If it were up to me to choose, those two would tie for the win.
I sewed while I watched TV with Mom. She has decided that she will come with me to Rochester tomorrow. I have an appointment with my therapist--I'm not sure how I feel about her coming with...I hope she doesn't want to go and sit in the waiting room while I am in there...it would be okay I guess, since I don't scream and cry and shit while I am talking to my therapist. But it would just feel weird.
I took some pictures of the Chryssie doll wearing her new outfits. I put them up in my Yahoo doll collecting folder. I have to upload them to Flickr before I can post them on here.
Mom went up to bed at about 10:15. I returned to the Lair of Despair and took some pictures of the doll clothes I'd made earlier. I caught up with all the scrabble games I have in progress on Facebook. And I roundly cursed Facebook for being so slow and glitchy. I finally got them all caught up--talked to Shane for awhile about the Rethuglican party and their evil ways--and enlightened him about how Ronald Reagun was NOT the kindly old grandfatherly figure he is presented as. He was a callous, cold hearted bastard. He funded terrorists in South and Central America, and is responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent civilians down there. He also began the destruction of the Unions that have protected the workers for generations and set us on the deadly path of "RAY GUN NOMICS." In which it was proven to anyone with a single brain cell that when we depend on the rich to let the money "trickle down" to us poor folk, the only thing that they allow to trickle down on us is their urine.
He showed me the bullshit site, Conservapedia...my God! Seriously????? It is such a pack of bullshit and lies...and in it they actually discuss rewriting the Bible to make it more in line with Conservative values. Seriously???? Don't they know that there is a verse in the Bible that curses anyone who changes so much as a dotted I in the Bible? One more bit of evidence that they REALLY DO NOT BELIEVE IN GOD AT ALL. They just use the concept of "god" to strike terror and loathing into the hearts of their brainwashed minions.
Pricks. If there is a hell, many of them will burn in it. Personally, I don't really believe in hell. I can't see a loving God making ANYONE burn throughout eternity--especially if their only fault was not being a believer.
But that is a discussion for another day. I am trying to be in bed no later than 2 am.
I have an appointment with my therapist at 1 pm tomorrow, and I would like to be up early enough to take a bath and finish my laundry.
Oh, one more thing....fatty pants Tyger Lily knocked the freaking closet door off its slide again...and it is hell to get it back on again. I would like to take both of those doors off, and just let the closet be open, but I know mom would have a fit about that. They don't slide well and they are a huge pain in the ass.
So, that is it from the Lair of Despair....good night!
Research
Date: 2011-09-08 02:49 am (UTC)I am so sorry about your Aunt Lily. (I think Mike Franks had cancer too and, like John Wayne in The Shootist, decided to go out on his own terms.) Pancreatic cancer is like Cervical cancer. One of the worst. By the time it's diagnosed it's too late to treat. She should hoard her pain meds so she can make a choice if that is what she decides to do. This country treats it's dying like shit. It's like we want our terminal to suffer slowly as punishment for getting sick.
I'm glad you found a nice lady at unemployment. Did she have any advice? Tips? Could she speed things up?
Could it be your Mom wants to come with you because she's considering a little therapy for herself? Maybe she has some issues she wants to talk out. Or maybe she just wants to go shopping in Rochester while you're at your session.
Is Tyger Lily still a lard ass or is she slimming down?
Re: Research
Date: 2011-09-08 03:41 am (UTC)My mom would NEVER consider thereapy for any reason. In her heart of hearts, she believes therapists are tools of Satan. She sat in the waiting room and read her book while I was in my session. It made me kind of uncomfortable, knowing she was out there.
I offered to take her anywhere she wanted to go in Rochester, but all she wanted to do was go out for lunch. Then we stopped at Walmart in Owatonna on our way home'
Tyger Lilly is still a jelly belly, but she has lost some weight. Peaches has picked up a little, but she now looks good. Before she looked scrawny. She is very soft and pettable now too.
Spaying and neutering.
Date: 2011-09-08 06:08 am (UTC)Perhaps you can rig up a little kitty treadmill and make Tyger Lily jog every day.
I think maybe your Mom just wants to get out of the house more and now that you're there and you have a car, she's taking advantage of her new found mobility.