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So I’ve had type 2 diabetes for more than ten years. I’ve had a nosy, entitled, controlling mother with type 1 diabetes for far longer than that.
For a variety of reasons, it’s a policy of mine that I don’t tell my mother ANYTHING. This includes the diabetes in particular, because she once FLIPPED OUT upon finding out that I take cholesterol meds and had the temerity to fail to inform her immediately.
Unfortunately, I haven’t been making The Policy clear enough to everyone. Mom ran into a former employee of hers who’s also a friend of mine, and he innocently asked her how I’m handling the diabetes. FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUC
She called me the next day to ask me why I hadn’t told her and did her patented Terribly Terribly Hurt thing; because she chose to call just as I was heading out the door to take Mrs. Chef to work, I had to cut the call short, and we haven’t spoken again since then.
She was supposed to come over and watch my kids tonight so I could go to a film industry networking thing. She stood me up. I don’t know if she just forgot, or if she was punishing me for daring to keep my own counsel, but either way, NOT COOL, Mom.
(I should add that I don’t NEED her to come watch the kids… one of them is almost 18 and perfectly capable of watching the other one for a few hours. I ask her to come over so she can spend time with her grandchildren, because she will NOT bring it up herself even though she wants to see them – she’d just sit home alone FOREVER feeling sorry for herself, because (as she would freely admit to you if you asked her) she wants to be asked.)
Sometimes I really envy orphans.
Mom’s been visiting for a few days but, because I’m in a tiny studio and need my sleep, she’s been in a hotel except for the weekend, when we went to Toledo.
She went back home yesterday.
I had a missed call at 18:24. Call back “oh, I wasn’t sure whether you’d still be at work” “I was in the subway. I need to go to the supermarket, can I call you later?” “Oh no, it doesn’t bother me!”… yeah, I could have hung up, but since Grandma is turning 98 next Tuesday and I already have train tickets to go there, I didn’t want Mom in hurty mood. So I went to the supermarket, ordered several items from the deli via improvised sign language, and then I hung up and said “mother, you only get one” and the deli attendant and I simultaneously said “thank God!”
This morning she’s called me at 6am. Yes, I was awake, but when “Money Money”, “Ride of the Valkyrie” or “Hace calor” sound at such an hour, my first guess is someone is bleeding badly. My family does not normaly call at such ungodly hours.
Turns out Grandma went to the dentist, was told she needs some work done, and is in such a lousy mood that the celebration has been cancelled.
I’m not sure whether I should throw my family off a bridge or just learn to switch the bloody cellphone off… probably the second, the first is still illegal.
Nava, just remember, there is a chance that somewhere, at some time, there is a jury that might convict you.
And, of course, they only find the bodys in shallow graves. Lime is your friend. Anyone with a backhoe owe you any major favors?
The lady who works up the hall from me sounds like a dog toy. I wish a Great Dane would come along and give her a squeakectomy.
Dear GE, fuck you in the ear. My fridge broke down almost 3 weeks ago. We paid someone to diagnose the issue and it’s the 2nd major repair we will have needed in the past year. It’s about half the cost of the fucking fridge. So you send another guy out - this one is a total douchebag - who gets mad at us for somehow not knowing that the parts were on backorder and that we were supposed to wait for them to arrive. How the fuck would I know something like that, this not having been communicated to me? Why wouldn’t customer service have told me something like that so I could have avoided wasting my family’s time waiting for some asshole to tell us off for not knowing something we couldn’t possibly know? Every other time I’ve dealt with a repair, the repair person showed up with his own goddamn parts.
So I call and you have no fucking clue when those parts will be available, not even a typical turn-around time. I’m lucky we have a small spare fridge downstairs or we’d be living out of a fucking cooler in the kitchen floor, like we did last time.
Once again, GE, go fuck yourselves. You say you have 30 parts on backorder for other customers with the same major problem. Wouldn’t this maybe, just maybe, make you think that there’s a serious problem with the shitty products you’re producing? Goddamn it. And I have to go out of town today when my son is apparently having some issues at kindergarten (again or still?). I’m sure me leaving for 3 nights will make it better. Right. :rolleyes:
GE parts are ridiculously expensive. I need a new lower rack for my dishwasher, and I can’t find one for less than $98. A new detergent cup was $56 (including shipping). At least I was able to find a discount supplier for the super-special bulb GE uses in their microwaves.
Wow. Mothers kinda suck all around today, huh?
OK, period. Hurry up and get here, so we can get this over with. I’m going camping this weekend, and I don’t feel like having you accompany me.
(Note to anyone who’s worried: I’m on the Pill and have been taking it perfectly. No antibiotics. No need to call the Pope, either. Just … impatient. Stupid uterus.)
I have a small rant. There are too many goddamn choices for everything. Seriously, when I go to buy pasta, do I really need 45 different brands? I just went to get diced potatoes and there were like 10 different brands of diced potatoes. I DON’T CARE, THEY’RE CANNED DICED POTATOES. No one makes them any better. Choice is not always a good thing if I am paralyzed at all the choices you have!
Nava, when I went to Vegas with my aunts & my cousin, all of whom I love dearly, by the third fucking day I was ready to push them off a cliff. I’ve posted this before, but this is how my aunts work (they live together)
Aunt 1: Does anyone want some tea?
Aunt 2: Only if you were having some!
Aunt 1: Well I’ll have some if you’re having some.
Aunt 2: Oh, I don’t want to put you to any trouble!
Aunt 1: Oh, it’s not a big deal at all, if you want some, I’ll make it in a second.
Cousin: Oh, I can just make the tea, if you ladies are in the mood.
Aunt 2: Oh, well, I’m in the mood if you’re in the mood.
And in all this time no one has moved to make the tea. On and on until I just want to snap and say MAKE SOME FUCKING TEA ALREADY, BITCHES! But i bite my tongue and cut to the chase and say, “I’d like some tea, please”…so we have tea. Except this is how EVERY decision happens in their house. When we went to LA we could not make it to the 11 am bus that goes around Hollywood because of this shit.
Aunt 1: Do you want some breakfast?
Aunt 2: Only if you were going to have some breakfast.
(cue long discussion)
Then, after ten minutes of discussion and we finally get the goddamn breakfast:
Aunt 1: Do you want to take a shower?
Aunt 2: Oh, no, you can take a shower first, if you like.
Aunt 1 to cousin: Oh, maybe you should go take a shower first.
(cue long discussion)
So I go take a shower, and wait, and fume silently. Then it’s the clothes they are going to wear. And the shoes. And EVERY GODDAMN THING. Compared to my SO and I who are essentially:
Me: Do you want some tea? Cause I’m going to go make some and I’ll make you a cup if you want it.
Him: Sure!
Yes, on Day 3, I was eyeing the Rocky Mountains and thinking how easy it could be.
I don’t know who it is, but one of the ladies I work with has apparently not figured out that we are not having a rubber band shortage. I keep finding snapped rubber bands that have been lovingly tied. Is it that hard to look in the drawer and get a new one? We have one rubber band ball and one binder clip holding approximately eleventy thousand little rubber bands. We won’t run out any time soon. Really.
I think that some brands are better than others, in just about every product.
However, I’m getting damned tired of trying to buy a basic product, and finding that I can’t get that variety any more, it’s all low sodium or chili lime or has jalapenos in it now or whatever. And maybe it IS better, when I’m eating it by itself, but the new varieties won’t work in my old recipe! And just HOW many variations do we need on cream of mushroom soup? If the BASIC variety is always sold out, shouldn’t that tell the buyers something? Something like “people will buy the basic cream of mushroom soup first, and only buy the other variations if we’re out of the basic, so maybe, MAYBE we should try to have more basic in stock”?
And while it’s nice to have a choice of brands, when all of the brands are essentially identical there’s no real choice, is there? I mean, if Brand A is just about the same as Brand B, all the way to Brand Z, then why offer so many of the same choices? Why not offer Premium and Budget choices?
It seems like you don’t agree with me…and then you agree with me.
I am aggravated that it seems that every brand is imitating the rest of the brands out there. Instead of one brand offering a Premium Potato Chip (for those times when you want to eat them yourself), and another one offering a Budget Potato Chip (for when you have to bring something to a group meeting), every brand offers Chili Lime potato chips, with no basic or sour cream and onion chips offered by any brands.
So we’ll have 45 choices if you count all the brands, but all the choices are the same offering, no matter what the brand is.
You are a good neice, I would have been in push mode on Day 1. My grandmother does that and if my mother ever starts I’m going to run away and change my name.
Ah. That’s better. Sorta.
OK, now that you’re here - go away!
I want my period to start too. I’m tired of feeling achy and wanting to eat food randomly. I’m also over feeling the constant need to take a dump. FML.
I think my MP3 player (a Sandisk Sansa View) is on the way out. Today it suddenly started reporting “Bad File” on a bunch of songs it had been playing fine the day before, and tonight when I tried to connect it to my computer, it wouldn’t connect. You’re supposed to see this little spinning thing with the word ‘Connected’ on the screen, but instead it’s just showing the standard stuff you see when you turn it on. Also, neither computer is seeing it at all. I can’t read it as a mass-storage USB device, it’s like it’s not even there.
I suppose this means a new MP3 player. I didn’t really want to do that. The Sansa Fuze looks nice, but it only goes up to 8GB. The newer Fuze+ goes past my current 16Gb, and is reputed to have an average audio quality (which probably won’t matter much with ear buds), but the navigation is supposed to be sluggish, plus it uses a microUSB interface rather than the Sandisk proprietary–which would be great except that the Altec Lancing speakers I have use the Sandisk proprietary interface, and I do like just plopping the player in and letting it shuffle.
Maybe if I leave it along until tomorrow (later today, geez, I’m going to be crap at work) it’ll “feel better”. C’mon, anthropomorphizing! Help me out, here!
’mika, I hope your family is a bit less groupy when it comes to having sex… 
My mom’s having her second surgery in 3 hours. Posting this from her house because I was supposed to be in bed until 430, but I got up at 2 because I can’t goddamn sleep. wah! I’m going to have to work and drive all over the effing place on 4 hours of sleep. wah! And I had to rearrange my Friday work schedule so I could go in late and I won’t be starting my weekend until midnight. waaaah!
sigh. Wanted to whine but this wasn’t worthy of creating its own thread.