A Fill In MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I

officially

have

heat!!!

It has been running for 2 hours and the house feels warm. The tile in the kitchen and bathroom is now warm enough to stand on without my feet freezing.

I am this

:smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

happy.

Got a load of :ahem: underwear in the wash right now then I am almost done packing to leave tomorrow.

It was a different technician that showed up today and it was something that hadn’t been done properly yesterday.

I now have a smoke alarm beeping at me that I need to go find

Laters!

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yay

because the last time I made a fuss the heat went off again

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Wait, wait, wait! I just came in to say good night and congratulations! How did I get dragged into the whole thing? ::halo smilie::

Now this is dirty. How does Mork get away with these things?!

I want lessons!

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Good evening everyone. It was a rather slow day at work, but I managed to keep somewhat busy.

There is much drama going on in my division. I can’t really say anything because of legal stuff, but suffice it to say, one person (thankfully not in my branch) is causing much heartburn, worry, and consternation. Hopefully, the issue at hand will be settled sometime next month.

So, my middle sister called me last night to inform me that her step-son and his wife/fiancee? may be coming with them on Christmas Day to my place. No, “Is this okay with you?”, nothing, just that they’re coming. She wanted to give me a heads up so I would be sure to have enough food. This is when I told her I’d already ordered my roast. To be fair, she did say she didn’t know for sure if they would come, because they might be “uncomfortable”. Um, how about the rest of us?

To be frank, the fiancee/wife (I’m not sure if they’re married yet), did NOT impress me when I met her a couple of T-givings ago. My sister worked her ass off preparing this huge spread; turkey, ham, all the trimmings, etc. This little twit did nothing but insult the food and the house. She thought she was “above” us. :rolleyes:

Yeah, right…if one has a proper upbringing and is a proper person, one does not insult her hostess and the food offered to her. It was really awful, and it was all I could do not to just knock her upside the head and tell her what an awful little bitch she was.

Sigh, all of this, and my sister wants to bring her to my house? All I can hope is that she’s grown up a little.

I guess I should see about dinner.

Hugs to all, appropriate yays, boos, etc.

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Ah, yes, allow me to tell you about my day. I’ve considered putting this in the Pit so that I could use more colorful language, but all my commiserators are here. I had my last research appointment today at that ‘world renown’ clinic North of my hometown by about an hour.

First of all, when I got there the research assistant informed me that my regular doctor wasn’t going to be in today. At which point I had a complete meltdown. This was disturbing on several levels. One, I’d been waiting a week to get a prescription for a mood stabilizer. Two, I’d assumed that Lithium would be the drug of choice, but I know that there are other ones out there and maybe something better might be available. Three, and how in the hell was the fill-in doctor who agreed to write me a prescription supposed to know my whole 4 year history at their fine institution?

I got my Lithium prescription from the other doctor and she told me to call my regular doctor in the meantime. This all gets a bit confusing to the passerby, but I’ll try to make sense of it here. It basically came out that all this time that I’ve been seeing doctors there they’ve been treating me for Major Depressive Disorder, when in fact it is about 99.9999999% certain that I am Bipolar 2.

It’s always been clear to me that more than depression was going on and I’ve always been very forthcoming about my moods, feelings, etc. As a matter of fact, when they put me on a mood stabilizer 3 years ago, I just assumed that it was because they had determined that I was bipolar. Nope, not the case. As a matter of fact, in persons that are bipolar, antidepressants can actually trigger MORE mood swings. This is something that I only read about within the last couple weeks and got confirmed today by the research assistant. Please tell me WHY THE HELL I HAVE WASTED THE LAST 4 YEARS OF MY LIFE DEALING WITH THIS BULLSHIT when it’s clear that if anyone had been paying attention that I’d be in alot better place right now.

I am so angry right now. What a waste of fucking time.

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rosie my house is now to warm

Feel free to YAY away

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I can’t believe you’ve been treated that way, Cutie Pie. I sure hope you can get better help really soon. Hugs.

Yay!!! for heat, ems.

Can’t believe your sister would just drag them along at the last minute, Taters. Hope they either don’t show up or are at least tolerable.

What an awful way to treat patients, rigs. Hope the anesthesiologist gets the whap upside the head that he deserves.

Most important gifts are packed. I need to be in bed. I’ve been working long days, which is really annoying when you want to be getting ready for Christmas.

Is it Firday yet??? Pleeeeeeease?

GT

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YAY for heat, mmmms!

And bummer on the four years futzing around with meds, Pie, only to find it’s not helped but may have made things worse. If it’s any consolation, my sister is not only severely bipolar but also has Parkinson’s and, now, kidney damage. So trying to find meds that (a) work for her and (b) don’t interfere with her meds for a different condition is a constant juggling act. It’s ridiculous! So I know how frustrated you must be; we’ve gone through years of frustration with her, too. Doctors just don’t stop and think sometimes.

And speaking of doctors, I called the doc yesterday about temporarily upping my pain meds slightly so I could try to work out a nasty, nasty spasm in my bad foot – I figure, after having been through several rounds of physical [del]torture[/del] therapy for it since it’s a recurring issue due to permanent nerve damage, I can do it myself just as easily – and she decided I should use a muscle relaxer instead.

Only one problem: I am so sensitive to meds that even though I’m only taking half – or less – of the amount prescribed, it’s not only turned my muscles to jello, but apparently my brain, too. :dubious:

On the other hand, my foot isn’t hurting much, and I can stretch it out nicely without it screaming at me. :rolleyes:

Anyway, I have been struggling all day just to stay awake enough to function. I suspect that considering she gave me enough pills to last a normal person 20 days, with one refill, I’ve probably got a year’s supply, at this rate! :smiley:

Anyway, I have been a very good girl today and worked hard, so I’m going to give up and go die. I sure hope the friskers take it to room 304 tonight, it’s been kinda smokin’ in here the last couple of nights!

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Oh, urgh, that sucks, Pie. Bipolar is a very unfun thing to deal with. And on meds that make it worse?
Taters, if she insults you or your house or your food, please tell her off. For your sake and your sister’s. That is wrong and rude and stupid and unclassy behaviour.
Yay for heat that’s still on, ems!
Time for bedmaking with feline assistance, and then going to sleep. As soon as the baby downloads I may not have time to sleep, but I will be able to lie flat on my back without feeling like there’s a 20-pound weight on my lungs. That will be nice. And I’ll be off nausea medication.

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Calloo Callay! I heard back from Friend Who Won’t Answer the Phone (aka Gay Boyfriend) and I’m going to visit him after my family visits this year! I will insist he take me to the club. I need a good visit to the gay club.

Holy crap, I actually have PLANS for the holidays! Lovefeastin’ and family and visiting my dad and mom (and seeing if her…you know what? Right after this I’m writing out why this year sucked. It’ll explain a lot.) and going to Asheville, The City I Want To Live In. The only thing that would make me happier is if I meet A Nice Straight Boy in Asheville.

My roommates need to close their damn bedroom doors. WOWCrack Roommate’s usually quiet, but his 9-year-old is visiting. It’s cute watching his dad teach him how to kill people effectively in WOW. Complicated Roommate is on the phone having a loud conversation. My cat is gearing up for a long night of tearing around the house. The inspiration for my name, ladies and gentlemen.

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February: Accidentally took a double dose of my anti-anxiety meds. Stopped taking them shortly thereafter. Refuse to go back on them because the sudden vertigo followed by a day of “who am I?” is not good times.

March: Became suspicious at length of Fiance’s visit to his brother in Missouri. Got a call that he was going to Alberta to pursue a job opportunity up there. Suppressed anxiety to no good ends.

April: Fiance called off engagement (after three years). Became very sneaky. Read his mail, discovered he had been cheating on me with a Tw!tt in Edmonton. Confronted him with this information. Loud verbal argument ensued.

May: Ex moves up to Alberta with plans to immigrate. Leaves me with half the usual household income and the damn house. Refuses to work out a deal with me about handling the house. Get first roommate who is supposed to find a job and get her life together.

June: Roommate turns out to be a deadbeat and runs off to Jacksonville owing me $700 in rent. Will never see that money again. Discover that Ex has proposed to Tw!tt with the same ring he gave me. Another fight ensues, this time over email. Forclosure notice arrives in mail.

July: Mother dies of Alzheimer’s at the ripe old age of 59. Day of the funeral is the day the mortgage payment is due to prevent foreclosure. Not a happy monkey all month. Declare the firing of both the year and the season of summer. WOWCrack Roommate arrives at the end of the month, actually pays rent, is allowed to stay.

August: Classes start. All seems to be going well except for dark specter of poverty looming over me.

October: Complete collapse. Start having major panic attacks. Cannot get appointment with psychologist at campus counseling center until the end of the month. Keep getting appointments with psychiatrist which is useless as I have sworn off The Drugs. Ex calls at 1 a.m. NC time in a panic because Tw!tt has Borderline Personality Disorder and has attacked him.

November: Get another call from Ex who cannot cross the border from Montana into Canada. He went to Montana to renew his visiting visa, but could not prove that he was working as it was an under-the-table, illegal job. Tw!tt caught on marijuana charges and could not cross the border the other way. Told Ex to come back and get his life together away from the crazy unstable woman. (Coming from another crazy, unstable woman, this was a laugh riot.) Stresses overwhelmed me a couple of times. Lashed out at Ex (now Complicated Roommate) who finally had enough sense to leave me the hell alone when I’m trying to break things. Got a snide comment from Tw!tt about that; refuse to answer any phone but my own from now on. Complicated Roommate gets a job and starts getting life back together.

December: Getting irritated with Complicated Roommate’s idiocy in affairs of the heart. Can still be friends with him, though. (I’m increasingly convinced that he’s going to be hurt bad up in Canada. But, I’m no longer involved in his stable of Drama Llamas, so I’m just going to sit back and laugh and laugh and laugh when it all falls down around him.) School stresses continue to overwhelm. End of the year seems to be improving. Going to take a shower and go to bed soon.

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home from work. I had a metal sign bracket fall on my noggin. it bled a little. Hope I don’t have a concussion. more tomorrow.

{{{{Spaz}}}}

CutiePie, I hope you get some good meds soon.

mmmmmm, yay for (still?) working heat.

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Yay for heat ems! If I don’t get to pop back in here before you leave, have a wonderful trip and a very merry Christmas.

Hugs to both Pie and Spaz.

Li-Li, not to worry. I have no problem telling anyone what I think. I have learned to do it with tact, but believe me, the iron definitely is beneath the velvet. I have sharply honed this skill over the years. I don’t think she’ll be stupid enough to try it in front of me anyway. I let her know in no uncertain terms what I thought of her behaviour the last time I saw her. Again, I did it with tact, and believe me, she avoided me the rest of the night. She couldn’t even look at me. I guess, in my usual rambling way, I’m saying that I’ll be damn surprised if they show up. I hope they don’t, but if they do, I’ll be a very gracious hostess.

I’m off work tomorrow, having had to switch my regular day off. I would have been off this Friday, but that’s our Christmas party and I kind of felt like I had to be there. :rolleyes:

Nothing too exciting going on here. Lots of wind and rain, and mucho-mucho snow up in the mountains. It can stay up there as far as I’m concerned.

Since I’m off tomorrow, I’ll spend the day getting the last of my Christmas shopping done. Additionally, I’ll take the kids shopping so they can get prezzies for whomever they wish. Finally, I need to get some groceries.

Oh! I’ll also have to buy a white elephant gift for our office Christmas party, along with just a little something for each of my office mates. Nothing big, just a little something to give in the spirit of Christmas.

I think I’ll watch a little TV. My book is upstairs, so I don’t want to disturb my husband.

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{{{Spaz}}} – sounds like you had a really bad year :frowning: I think you’ve earned enough karma that 2008 just has to be nice to you!

{{{CutiePie}}} – 4 years!? They’ve had you on the wrong treatment? Just… wow :frowning: :mad:
I hope things will stabilize for you now.

I’m amazed at how well both of you have coped with everything your lives have thrown at you. Amazed and awed. As awful as things have been, I think you can both be proud of having slogged through them and coming out, maybe worse for wear but pretty much in one piece, on the other end.

**Ems **-- Yay for real, actual heat!

**Rigs **-- believe me, it doesn’t take an MD to be an asshole; those just happen to be the people you have to work with. And yes, it sucks whenever you run into them.

I’m determined to be good this morning (unless somebody baits me well enough to make me conveniently “forget” my decision… :D)

Last day before vacation – dunno how much more I’ll be able to post, what with work wrap-up and preparations and all; if I don’t get another chance, then Merry Christmas!! y’all.

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What’s this? I thought you told us that you were good every morning.

Now the truth slowly leaks out! :stuck_out_tongue:

Have a great vacation! ~waving bye-bye~ :slight_smile:

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Ooooh, pretty good, but not quite good enough to get a rise out of me :stuck_out_tongue:

Thanks :slight_smile:

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Thanks.

And Merry Christmas to you, too. I hope you and you family will have a wonderful time. You’re going to England, right?

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up and off to work. My head still hurts. Blech.

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{{{DB}}}

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(((((CutiePie))))) - sounds like life has really thrown some poo at you, so here’s hoping the future looks a lot brighter!

(((((Spaz))))), you could do with a few hugs too, you’ve had a pretty rough time.

I’m with Lunchbox on this one, you two have coped amazingly well with everything that’s come your way and deserve to feel justifiably proud of yourselves for coming through it as well as you have.

Mmmmmmmms - heat? What is this heat of which you speak? It’s furrreeeezzzing in our office. That’s apparently the benefit of working in a lovely listed building where none of the windows fit properly and the heating can’t cope with the size of the rooms, and we can’t have new windows 'cos there are so many restrictions on what alterations can be made to the structure and appearance of the place. Brrrrr!

It’s my last day at work though, so I’m happy enough especially as I’m off for lunch with a friend and then I’m planning to go home early. Woo and hoo!