Well another year has passed and I am distressed to look at everything happening right now. I am to be a grandma...a bit earlier than I had hoped but not much you can do. Lydia is due in March and is well on her way with morning- ahem- all day sickness. She and Jon are now living with us but are not together right now. After a breakneck romance and scaring about 5 years out of me by planning a wedding in 3 months they broke up....
Well Lydia did he is still hopeing. But things here at home are a bit uncomfortable, to say the least. So.....it shouldn't have surprised me that I felt the urge to change my hair.
Sounds harmless enough but trust me this was a day from hell!
Since I am vain about certin things I have bleached my hair. But I decided I wanted to go back to something in between so I got a carmel color and set out to make the change. Well, it didn't go to anything resembling carmel. Instead it turned bright red at the roots out to about 2 inches and then turned steel gray. As you might surmise I was not happy with this outcome so I pulled a fire engin red I had stashed in the cabinet and did my hair again. Lets just say I did a fine impersonation of strawberry shortcake with red roots and PINK hair! I was fit to be tied! And of cource I have a housefull of people to witness my shame. And if that wasn't enough my best friend came by. The only one I NEEDED to see it didn't show up....mom. She has dealt with green hair in her time so wanted to know what to do. /Sigh
Sent husband, who held me while I bawled, out to get the darkest brown he could find to save me from just giving up and shaving my head. I was not well pleased with the outcome, but it wasn't pink. (actally was pink when wet and a nice blueberry when it dried)
Needless to say my ONLY birthday wish was a trip to the hairdressers, which I got. Again showing me the strange tendency to mess up my hair when life gets really bumpy. I do hope I learn that before I'm bald. :D
As soon as I can I will be going the wonderful lady at the beautyshop who will keep my secret and fix my almost melted hair.
The story doesn't end quite there though. Lydia demanded that I color her hair to a dark red that same day. I tried to worn her but, as always, she didn't listen to mom. I applied the hair color but my hand was so tired after 3 of my own that the bottle slipped and sprayed my cream carpet in the hallway hitting my black cat on the way!
Can't get the red out of the carpet but no biggie since we are planning for hard wood floors later. The cat, however, now has some lovely red spots on his back. It is not a day I ever want to repeat.
So here I am, day after turning 40....something and thinking about the stupidness of everyday bumps in life. Can't get away from them so might as well post it in your blog and have a good laugh with the world!
Life....one day at a time.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Another birthday
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Waste of time
Got ready for work and actually made it there....for a 1/2hr. Was a wasted effort if ever I saw one. I still am hurting to the point of tears. Doesn't matter what position I'm in but trying to take calls in that condition doesn't work so well. My brain competely stalled when one call came in and got "thank you" out but couldn't think of any more of my scripting. Needless to say, the poor lady thought she had call idiotsville instead of customer care...lol She was nice enough but I knew right then I wasn't going to make it. There is a certain point where you just can't function very well with that much pain going on. It's like trying to speak softly when you have your music in your headset turned up as loud as it will go. Just doesn't work very well.
I love that I have such a wonderful manager though. She understands when things are too much for me and never ever makes and issue out of it. I honestly am grateful for her and her friendship, she is a deffinate blessing in my life. One of the few bright spots in that whole place too I might add.
So I am sitting here doing mindless activities but they have to be things that engage my mind to distract me from the pain but done require me to think much. I am still wishing dearly to go the emergancy room for some Morphine and finally a break in this pain cycle but I still am trying to avoid it since it would be $1000+ shot....sigh. At least I'm not bursting out in tears tonight. Yesterday was hell for that also since I had no control at all! Freaked out one of our frinds in England and she started sending messages to my kids telling them to get home. She didn't think that Darcy can't drive and could very well freak out herself over it. Or that Lydia was not even in the state. She was at the ROTC compition. I felt bad about that. I was just so miserable and alone yesterday and made the mistake of trying to reach out to people online and whinne to someone who would listen and maybe understand what I am suffering. I realy feel like I'm invisable most of the time. People don't want to talk to me for some reason. The only person who will sit and let me talk about everything I am feeling or going through is my mother. Nothing wrong in that, we are best friends, but I was hopeing at 40 I would be able to branch out a bit more...lol Most days it doesn't bother me but yesterday all defenses were down. Told my husband as much as I wanted him home yesterday was probably better he wasn't. The short time he was, in the evenning, he kind of lost it over the Dr.'s office not bothering to call in my Meds and since it's the weekend my only option was emergancy room. (Again am wishing I could have that luxury) Took a bit to get him to calm down, I'm bawling my eyes out and can't stop, just not a pretty sight. He feels so helpless anyway and there really wasn't anything he could've done except be in the line of fire when I lost it.
I really can't take much more of this. I still feel like I am being roasted alive. Even clothing is setting my nerves on fire. Don't have the option to just be naked, kids are home. <Rats> (Trying to have a sense of humor, really I am trying)
I found this flower thats made out of paper that I'm working on. Found it online when doing my stumbling yesterday to keep occupied. Martin even made one out of napkin. (trust him to have to show me up...lol It is a cute little flower though.) I am trying mine out of old magizines, will be interesting to see how it comes out. Can make a lot of them and make a flower globe to hang from the celing. As long as it keeps me busy and engaged. In fact I need to go do that so I can get more distracted, am loseing the battle for control again, the chest pain is back and I have a bear sitting on my chest. While he is digging his clws in I might add and growling back at him doesn't scare him off...lol
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I love that I have such a wonderful manager though. She understands when things are too much for me and never ever makes and issue out of it. I honestly am grateful for her and her friendship, she is a deffinate blessing in my life. One of the few bright spots in that whole place too I might add.
So I am sitting here doing mindless activities but they have to be things that engage my mind to distract me from the pain but done require me to think much. I am still wishing dearly to go the emergancy room for some Morphine and finally a break in this pain cycle but I still am trying to avoid it since it would be $1000+ shot....sigh. At least I'm not bursting out in tears tonight. Yesterday was hell for that also since I had no control at all! Freaked out one of our frinds in England and she started sending messages to my kids telling them to get home. She didn't think that Darcy can't drive and could very well freak out herself over it. Or that Lydia was not even in the state. She was at the ROTC compition. I felt bad about that. I was just so miserable and alone yesterday and made the mistake of trying to reach out to people online and whinne to someone who would listen and maybe understand what I am suffering. I realy feel like I'm invisable most of the time. People don't want to talk to me for some reason. The only person who will sit and let me talk about everything I am feeling or going through is my mother. Nothing wrong in that, we are best friends, but I was hopeing at 40 I would be able to branch out a bit more...lol Most days it doesn't bother me but yesterday all defenses were down. Told my husband as much as I wanted him home yesterday was probably better he wasn't. The short time he was, in the evenning, he kind of lost it over the Dr.'s office not bothering to call in my Meds and since it's the weekend my only option was emergancy room. (Again am wishing I could have that luxury) Took a bit to get him to calm down, I'm bawling my eyes out and can't stop, just not a pretty sight. He feels so helpless anyway and there really wasn't anything he could've done except be in the line of fire when I lost it.
I really can't take much more of this. I still feel like I am being roasted alive. Even clothing is setting my nerves on fire. Don't have the option to just be naked, kids are home. <Rats> (Trying to have a sense of humor, really I am trying)
I found this flower thats made out of paper that I'm working on. Found it online when doing my stumbling yesterday to keep occupied. Martin even made one out of napkin. (trust him to have to show me up...lol It is a cute little flower though.) I am trying mine out of old magizines, will be interesting to see how it comes out. Can make a lot of them and make a flower globe to hang from the celing. As long as it keeps me busy and engaged. In fact I need to go do that so I can get more distracted, am loseing the battle for control again, the chest pain is back and I have a bear sitting on my chest. While he is digging his clws in I might add and growling back at him doesn't scare him off...lol
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Cry and cry again..
I can't believe how much I'm breaking down. I can't stop the pain and it is just grinding me under. I'm out of pain meds until I can yell at my Dr.'s office on Monday. I know my Dr. is sick but so am I and there should be a better way for us to get our Meds refilled when we need them! I am so angry right now!! I have virtually no control on my emotions, have been sitting here bawling my eyes out because of pain. My husband has been gone all day like he said he wouldn't be so I have been left alone with this Wolf and it is getting the better of me. Day in and day out nothing but pain. This is wearing very thin. I burn all over. Every joint is swollen and very painful. My sinuses hurt and face feels like I've been hit. I have chest pain that comes and goes. That fells like I have someone else sitting on my chest. The pain meds I do take are not working right now and I wish I could go to the emergency room to get something stronger to knock me out. I fight it as best I can but right now I can't and I'm feeling very alone...
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The Spoon Theory written by Christine Miserandino
The Spoon Theory written by Christine Miserandino
This is THE best way to help normals to understand a bit of what we gothrough. I have loved this simple breakdown and try to share it with everyone I can!
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This is THE best way to help normals to understand a bit of what we gothrough. I have loved this simple breakdown and try to share it with everyone I can!
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