Wednesday, October 29, 2008
what a morning!
Mornings are good for me. I got up, turned on the coffee, took my detox, got Ryan up, got Rusty up, and then grabbed a cup of coffee. I went and got back under the covers and turned on the news. I was sitting in bed working on a pet quilt when Rusty comes in and say's "George is on the neighbors roof".
George is one of felmale black cats. George usually goes out at night and then comes home for breakfast. No big deal. Now she is stuck on the neighbors roof? I went to see this for myself. Yep she was on thier roof.
O.K. I opened the garage, stumbled over all the crap and finally found the ladder. I grab the lader and attempt to stumble way back out of the garage when I step on a pitch fork. O.K. now that hurt my foot.
I finally make over to the neighbors house. I get the ladder all set up and I call for the cat. She is coming closer... then she bolts back up the roof. Crap. I have only had one cup of coffee, I am standing in my bathrobe wearing wet socks and this cat wants to run further up the roof?!
I go back home and ask Amber to come help me. She walks over to the neighbors house and by now Ambers cat has followed us. Panther, Ambers cat is a big, mean persian. He gets on the roof and kicks Georges ass and then jumps down. O.K. now at least I know how George got on the roof. She jump on the neighbors fence and then got on thier roof. Amber said "Well I am going to Yoga now"
What? your cat just beat the crap out of George and you are going to leave her up there? Yep. That is what Amber did.
Now my foot is hurting and my feet are wet and cold and I just realized how crazy I must look. So I go and wake Nikki up. I said " Nikki come help me get George off the roof.
Bless Nikkis soul. She walks around to side of the neighbors house and stands on the gas meter and pushes herslf up onto the neighbors fence. George starts to come to Nikki and then at the last moment she bolts back up the roof. Now Nikki is pissed, so she attempts to get on the neighbors roof. Then she knocks thier sitalight dish. George finally got close enough to Nikki that she grabber her and threw her down. Nikki kinda put thier dish back in place.
So, what did you do this morning?
One to another subject. I was feeling so good yesterday and then about 1p.m. I got very nause and lost all of my energy. Back to bed I went.
When Rusty got home I called my mom. I told my mom that I have a list of questions that I want to ask the doctor, and I wanted to know what else I should be asking.
My mom wants me to have another white blood cell count done. In the hospital my white blood cell count was high, but they never put me on an anitibotic. So, my mom think I septic. I have fluid from a cyst leaking into my belly, none of it is draining and my belly is very big now.
I also found out that I have something called a vega nerve? I think that's what it is called. Anyway she told me to go to web md and read about it. Since everything is so compressed in my belly, everything else could be pushing on this nerve causeing me to feel sick.
So I have my list ready for tomorrow. To be honist I know that doctor won't do much of anything. Lets face it. I have no insurence, and no way to pay for another ct scan or and ultra sound. So he will most likely just give me drugs and hope that I feel better.
I call my case worker every week and ask him the status of my claim. I am hoping that by keeping my name in the front of his mind I might get an answer....eventually.
So life moves on. I think I am going to go cook dinner now. Since mornings are good for me, I figure I should start cooking early and then that way iof I do get sick... well my family will be taken care of.
I want to tell the world that I love my husband. Rusty has been a trooper through all of this. Never complaining about me not having dinner done. Never complaining about me having no sex drive, never cxomplaining about driving me places because I don't feel good enough to drive myself. Rusty even stopped bitching about my no plastic bag policy. Rusty even told one sales lady, no bag please! I wanted to cry.